Lyrics:
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
pimp this gift
That only I possess
I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
Km.G
baguettes,
10 of yoUR checks, Iceman Clyde Drexel,
Told yall I’m tryna get paid and full,
To reach my bread you gone need a stool,
To get on my level you
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
Many people know we know about this pimp game
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game
And to me it ain't no motherfucking thing
To give it
anybody stroll today
And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
Well, check it out
First here's what you have to do
{MJG:}
It's time to let
could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they
cats
Stay rich, Stay fly
My flow don't lie
I'm hype on the mic
And these lyrics flow tight
Wake up on the weekend
Time to pimp the pen
Sipping on some
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
My brain's haunted, I got a conscious full of convicts
Bloody tampons, a blond chick wit cum on her lip
Her pimp's whole arm could fit
She's
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
weak thighs
Fall on to your knees, now it's time for you to 'fess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through your chest
So any trick that
Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro
We can get down for my
flippin' what I'm diggin', n****, this just what I do
I'm effervescent and I'm off that crescent
Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd
Motherf***er keep
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who
It's the story of a rider of your boy behind the wheel
My first couple of times was in stolen automobiles
Doing it for the thrills, addicted to how
Straight from the top of the map
Yes, I'm a popular cat
Been to the pit's of The Burgh
To the left, cocked, is my hat
Wiz keep a spliff full a herb
Niggas
the good game
I know hoochies, chickens
Homies, snitches
Pimps, killas, big butt bitches
Fakas, cake bakas, L.A. Lakas
I only fuck with real niggaz,
crew from Denver, Colorado
We live in the A-Town
Be puttin down from by the pound
You know we real,we don't set.
Tag Teams down with 100 pimps
Yeah baby
pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick
Heart pound up
I ain't got no time for no bitches
I gotta clock my dough clownin'
Hittin' switches in a green 6-4
With the drink on deck and the bombest indo
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