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Pimpin hard, cuffing something
No wife
Two for the threesome ah really be Nice
Poppin bottles, balling hard doing us
What more can I say nigga
This is da

That they use nigga committing a sin I'm 
I'm the chosen  
I'm the frozen  
I'm the knowin 
I'm the poet 
I'm the real niggas thinkn  
My phone ringing I

This Sauce Iz Dripping, catch it Leaking
Running 4rm the Faucet Baby (Ya Ya)

My cup Iz overflowing 
Running wit Da Swagga Baby (Ya Ya) 

Wooooo

ReaL

semi
Spark a spliffy all the real niggas they gotta feel me
From memphis to kansas city decatur to mississippi
St. Louis to southern philly chicago

painted

For the bros why the real ones in the jail cells
Youngeen jayden taught me pimpin', now he facin' hell
Would you pardon all my hitters? we were

a old school Vette sit it on big wheels
I just pulled a old school bitch she cook me big meals
Real player shit I got that pimpin' from my granddaddy

committing a sin Im
Im the chosen
Im the frozen
Im the knowin
Im the poet
Im the real niggas thinkn
My phone ringing I ignore it
Im in the booth right now

Boi!

Mike Jones

The Voice

2009

know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you

Playa Hate'n

U.N.L.V.

Uptown 4 Life

be once again call me
The capital T-E-see pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga
Rollin' Opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga
Don't knock me, just

Free

Pimp C

Pimpalation [DVD]

2006

me!)

I did 4 years tops (tops), never hit PC (C!)
Did my time in Population with the real ole G's
I seen a whole lot of pain, men doin' they bids

Loungin' Wit My Cru

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

And the whole fleet of uptowns
Harlem Nights, Bronx Bombers and a bunch of four pounders
I like how it feels, I like how it keeps it sureal, for real
And yo how I

rap me, you betta use your might
Yo shit sore wa karui, translation, That's light
Real hiphop lives, so y'all get yo bars up
Smoking on moon rocks only

album
Wondering what my outcome
Want the black triangle but I'm
Real with or without one
Cuase I'm a still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin' beedies

we gone Take it by The bottle
The Waitress look so good he Don't even know who shot em
That's a peon
The type that never had a real life
He don't see

for a fact
I just came up on a big fuckin bag as my brother went broke so we split it in half 
You do the math 
Times it by 2 and then times it by 4

Sonset

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representin', equal set trippin'
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son

nigga, real money
Pull up to the club with the trackhawk runnin'

Trackhawk ain't nothin, I'll slide up in a Rolls
Black Maybach crawl down on fours

Cmon kid you really this stupid
Walk a mile my shoes before you really start trippin
These words don’t mean shit if you really big pimpin
I’ve been just

(Thank you, Jetlag)

(One take, yeah)
Real big, aye, yeah, aye

Real big stepper when I walk through
I got hella drugs and money in the vault too

it's official and yeah it's all real
And yeah, he my man and yo, yeah I'm feelin' it
But boy, you so cute tonight, the two ain't got to trip

Cause oh,

bust quick
No us shit just you and feeling's
In my spot you fuckin tripping
You know I'm dirty on fed paper but you concerned with fake pimpin

nigga, ayy
She gon' fuck 'cause I'm in
That one bag, nigga, ayy

Real, real deep in that one bag
Told Mell don't shoot him, he said fuck that
Every time

you understand me?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Real niggas do real things
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
So your hood should be in

Pull up on ya bumper like a real one
Baby body bangin' like a steel drum
Put her footprints on my ceiling
Don't fight the feeling
On a hype tight for