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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z As you were
Feeling on your titties when I'm riding on vogues, its jut the way the game goes P-I-M to the motherfucking P, pop my collar roll on up a sweet M
heart P-M-are-see His heart P-M-are-see The white man is disease His heart P-M-are-see Your dream can never earn enough Ultimate nihilistic
but the dogs is coming This is not not, no, no, motherfucking game Entertain you motherfuckers is not why I came It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. I wipe
Nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash Small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash At the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P Tight pass
and a D On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi I'm a P-I-M-P, you can't tempt me (uh) Check the ice
strainable, huh I'm a D-P-G-C for life I do what I feel and I do what I like (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) I'ma D-P-G-C for life I do what I feel and I do what
got this woman suckin dick Shes a pro Im a P-I-M-P I just thought you should know I got them colors like now and laters Black Asian Cuban Rican
y'all be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to scoop you up, to Snoop you up And tap
bitches lick me Then I sit back and watch y'all eat pussy Kick off my feet and count my cheese Snoop this ain't the XLF, this the P-I-M-P Look, she think
the street Im from the lbc and i dont noe wut yall done heard about me But im a C-R-I-P wit some P-I-M-P too I'm a real pimp playa from da 213 crew Now look
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what) Verse Two, Memphis Bleek: Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm
can dig it! Can you dig it? We can dig it! Can y'all dig it? We can dig it! W-H double O-M-P as I flow To the fly away from the school of old Hardcore,
Which one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack' Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to that It's the P I M P that's in me You envy, how instantly I
lane And now I'm in control so I call the shots I'm sittin' at the table, I run my own label I-N-D-E-P-I-M-P Groaner, owner, S-H-I-P Told you,
acá (T.E.M.P.) Siempre sé las pegas mami cuando te emborrachas Ahora te lo meto yo y ese totito tu manchas Ese cabrón tanto guille que tiene y
since that day my nigga, I've been P I M P It wasn't your fault You was only tryin' to be nice Only tryin' to be nice, ohh You know you can't
avoid the D-O to the see When I'm P-E-are-F-O-are-M-I-N-G On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so
went from TV's To screens to D-V-D's To C-D's, To M-P-3's overseas I got no time to talkin' its borin' Just look at me soarin' Feelin' like Jordan (aah
in a chold hold Stone cold, oh yeah fuck the Broncos Raider down, everybody better lay it down Think I'm P.G. you must got a squeegy Are you crazy,
do is kick facts Unlike Iceberg Slimm And all of them be claimin' be P.I.M.P. No, I'm not going out that way I'm just a straight up N I double G A Next
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