Lyrics:
the bang bang da bong!
Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp,
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock
by a car
Elementary School I went to was not that far
From the Incident
Blood of the innocent
Flowin’ down the streets that I grew up on
What the fuck
but even if she was so what
Mother f***er grow up, don't mean to be so abrupt
But that lets me, know that she's a human being
And being human's
but even if she was so what
Mother fucker grow up, don't mean to be so abrupt
But that lets me, know that she's a human being
And being human's hard,
the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who
OUTRAGE!!
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here's another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
P-A-I-D
I ain't goin' out fuck Mickey D's
I'd rather pimp hoes and clock G's
Cause that's what a real nigga do to make a livin'
The talent of pimp was
side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that
the dick that you shoulda ate
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no
on the goddamn hunt
Mac motherfuckin' Dre hold up, hey
Best of, The Five Footer
I kick the mad style well, guess what?
Pimp C came with Big L my name is Ecstacy
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
(What Juicy J say? He be like, shut the fuck up)
Ayy
I like all nice things (yeah), I like ice, bling-bling
Told that boy to pipe up if he wanna
side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that
nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found
Blood, I'm
the bottles off the wall
When I'm lit I got options
Agree disagree
I could get you what you need
Mamacita started wylin
Extra juicy lemon squeeze Odee
I be in
after winning the Oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
DJ Paul and Juicy J, the (last to walk)
Smoke it up, what
Spin that record, babe
Da da doo doot-n, just dance gonna be okay
Da da da dance, dance, dance
Just j-j-just dance
Spear skirt, hat
-Love Game- sit,
What about the other chick that you was kickin' it with
Man, I'm gettin' sick of it
Damn it, it's a shame, a sin
You about to get a dose of your
on my car
Can I, hold up, I'm ino chillin sippin wine no illin
Intellectual conversations talkin plans of building
Clean cut what how does that sound
or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, nigga trust the buzz
This'll have you making one of them sounds that Busta does (woo hah)
They love me just
pimp, fuck, steal, murder, limp by, scrimp
Welcome to your life, kid, rock bottom shithole
Grab a shovel, dig down, try to hit coal
Santa's in
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I
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