Lyrics:
p-i-m-p
dobb hats city sharp do you really want to be my fantasy my fantasy
(chorus)
x2
(second verse)
that's yo friend and she goin say
he's a pimp don't
Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty
Young
We here to make sure these niggaz take heat and remember
That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in
I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes
She was so precious, she was so bout it
I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it
I'm S-P Mexy,
You don't wanna do dat(x15) (Don P talkin in background)
All dat talkin(x5) dat shit Talkin(x5) dat shit (x3) Man up muthafucka man up(x4)
on the d-low
Knowing's have the battle, so now you know
To be on point, 'cause anybody can be a casualty
Some brothers lost there life, fuckin' with O-P-P
Um
the concrete like whoa
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like whoa
Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa
Play y'all
the p-p-pen
I hadta d-d-do 'em, d-do 'em in
Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome
And now its m-m-money g-g-gone
[Chorus]
My nigga g-got the forty
passé la bague à Tchikita
Deux mois après, j'l'ai déjà quitté
T'es un p'tit bâtard, j'suis un Nabba, j'suis un Diakité (eh)
J'suis le capitaine (eh),
guitars in air
When I moved to California
California California
California love
Venice beach and P.O.P.
Station 26 was free
Jeff Ho and horizons West
Next MC, I believe that's me
Top model in the bottle of V-S-O-P
It's guaranteed I'm a problem to a S.O.B.
And you can put half of that on yo' momma
confetti
All eyes on me (yeah), so V.I.P (yeah)
All of my dreams, from the sky, drop like confetti
Drop it down
You're missin' me, but I'm finally free
subo no topo do mundo tentanto encontrar seu olhar
Riqueza nem Ouro eu tenho a oferecer
Só tenho no peito um tesouro guardado p'ra te dar
Te Amar
O que
85 NAWF (go), where we all from (Migo)
If it wasn't for P, shit, it probably wouldn't be no me (true story)
And if it wasn't for me, shit, it
at lunch so
We could do the backseat
Can't concentrate at work
You thinkin' ‘bout P
Killin' it, tip drillin' it, I'm spillin' it
All over the place, that
man's in the back
When the shit blows up, you can go on me
Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider like me
Rider like me
[Styles P:]
Listen ma, I'm far
way I ain't an idiot.
I did quit smoking weed, but didn't stop me eating it!
P's raw, and I been poor,
So I could never get enough p I need more.
rubber to burn
Gettin' rich bitch is the only concern
[DJ Quik]
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
P the reason you know
'Cause pimpin'll have you
pronounce
Ho quit staring at my bank account
[Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
I'm the bomb bitch, I'm seizing
P the reason you know
Cause pimpin'll have you
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
V.I.P., boo, raise your skirt
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back
P]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Ball wit us
Come ball wit us)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us L.e.g.i.t
Won't you come and ball with J.P
and M.O.P.
Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
[Chorus]
Holdin it down
Phony ass rappers
Dead serious
Finish em
(Is this
you up
I got a heart at the cemetery
No cheers they're really scary
R.i.p., r.i.p. yeah, r.i.p, man right by me
Second verse sounds good to me
love me
I bite my lip
But inside I am screaming
This is it I'm about to flip
You're staying But I wish you were leaving
You're P-S-why-see-H-O
I thought
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