Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
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This goes out to all the macks in the industry..
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Huh, alright roll the tape...
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(..yo, rest day ain't for hoes..)
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It's a good thing that we're rappin
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If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin
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It's a good thing that we're rappin
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If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin
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It's a good thing that we're rappin
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There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
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Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
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It was Mike to those that knows
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Matter of fact, Icy Mike cause he was cold on them hoes
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We was east coast niggas headin west
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I was rollin shotgun, coolin with my man fresh Wes
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The royal blue Brogham was a drop top rag
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You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
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Cause that's how we flipped it
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Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin, pimp shit
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All of this was around spring eighty one
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I was in the life and had a good three year run
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Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A.
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My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
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"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a coupla days
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I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"
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He said, "alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
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Yeah that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
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We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
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Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie
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She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
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I says, "oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
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She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin
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Had brains too, did more stealin than fucking
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A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
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Man I'm tryin to tell you I had a money makin ho
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But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
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Had to sling a little yale to make bail
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She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
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The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
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I said, "shut the hell up ho
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who asked you to run your mouth?"
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She was right though
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it was time to take a trip down south
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And to this very day, when I think of how
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I was livin back then I got to say that
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It's a good thing that I'm rappin
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If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin
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Good thing we got music
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If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead
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And then we got to use it
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It's a good thing that I'm rappin
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If it wasn't for the rappin I'd be mackin
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Good thing we got music
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If not I'd be stuck with findin a way to get ahead
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And then we got to use it
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They call it ho po when your leakin
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So you know ho po is when yo po, cause you ain't got no ho
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I was po but I wasn't po ho, cause I had one ho
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But we was leakin cause the money was slow
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Coppin blow means your goin up and down
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I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
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San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
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I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked
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One night I was cooling outside
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Saw my man Wes said, "ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
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I was working a doublebreast silk leaf suit
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With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys
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Wes said, "it's pimpin how you wear em outside ya pants
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And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
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Ham sandwich meant Brogham Cadillac
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Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back
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It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
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Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
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I said, "this bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
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Wes looked at me said, "Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack"
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My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin
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We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "it's pimpin!"
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I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin gin
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Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in
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I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?"
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She said, "cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
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We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin
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This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin
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Walked up and said, "yall gonna sell?"
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Wes said, "nigga don't ya recognize the 'P' when yo |