Lyrics:
be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
BEYOTCH!
Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
of young
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since back in the day
Junior
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
The Titanic set sail on April 10, 1912, with 2,223 passengers and crew on board. The ship's captain, Edward Smith, was a highly experienced mariner who had been
Short Dog's in the house, once again with this pimp shit
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
For
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a
Brand new baby Glock
Right from my Lady's sock with
Two bodies on it capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much
could go in a cage and
Fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with
Pimp C and Big Pun
This is
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
When it comes to women, ma I live by these two principles
Never let no half wit have my heart, and never trust em hoes
But you, you're something
tribe new life
New year new me feels like somebody lied
Enemies coming for da kill not this time
And I just love
When the enemy bring his whole crew
It's
Pimps went dead with this year's shit here
Man pimp pimp pimp pimp, you got chewed up
Lisa had a problem
She never realized that all the dick she was
much
Pimps went dead with this year's shit here
Man pimp pimp pimp pimp, you got chewed up
Lisa had a problem
She never realized that all the dick she
the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shotgun blasts echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
Double barrel shotgun totin
I live back in the 4 wheel drive
Country boy can survive
Country pimp in the sticks
A ton of cows, a couple hicks
Skoal
and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when
of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me
always making bail
Three years ago I told Jive: get my scrill
They gave a nigga millions with the same shit deal
You know I gotta live so I might
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