Lyrics:
been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street niggas movin that
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
Everyday is saturday my friend
Go to sleep wake up yo, it's saturday again
We just sittin in class it's uh 9: 45
Lookin at the watch and
The pimp
and I don't know what y'all done heard about me
But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp playa from the 213 crew
Now look here boo
If you
I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp player from the 213 crew
Now look here boo
If you gonna bang or hang with the Dogg
You best
and bitches got my hoes speaking Latin
Giftin and gabbin jimmy choos in the trunk
Checkin the blade wit the rice on thump (Thump)
Crew block party bet that shit
do it for the crew
Diego made the beat
Shawn helped too
Cash my right hand
We got the master plan
World domination
Pinky was the man
This coupe life is
enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let
was a circuit
Now, the game's full of fucking clowns, like it's a circus
It usually takes hoes two years to get tired
I mean, gettin' all them sides
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically
a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I
love to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal
to the pimp
I'm clutching a M busting that
Tip for fucking with him
I'm stuck with the hustle
Smuggling whatever for the cheddar
Tucking the metal don't play
burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Twenty-twos
burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Twenty-twos
things that show we only lust the dream
Her body hypnotize minds she something like the lean
Now if I wasn't taught by O.G.’s or seen things I seen
I would
Og er uslåelige på mikrofonen
Pimp L og Beezy
Yeah yeah
Kjell Bækkelund style
Oral Bee
Og Pimp L O
Jeg er playboy 1
Og jeg er playboy 2
Anders Anakonda
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
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