(feat. James "Stomp Down" Bailey)
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[Talking]
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Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah
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Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah
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Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down
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What is it, check this out
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[E-40]
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Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro
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Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal
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Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trays
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Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways
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Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package
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Serving that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magic
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Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves
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Got to have it, backwoods and purple hayes
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Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down
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John, Jane Doe, lost and found
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Everybody know this young player's about his business
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Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
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My L.I.P.I folks be digging this
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Devon, Pimpy Gear, Max Queezthis
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Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience
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In this occupation you can't be generous
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Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing
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No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we
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[Chorus - 8x]
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We just some pimps, playas
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Hustlas, gangstas
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[James "Stomp Down" Bailey]
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Walk that walk, when you talk that talk
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Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle
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Have heart, have money, have muscle
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Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble
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It's like A-B-C's when I spit it
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Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it
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When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges
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You got a house that's sold out full of bitches
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I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It
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Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and
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Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping
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Never gabbles in a hoe and come up with it
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Navi cars and a home there's no limit
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And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it
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You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute
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Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it
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[Chorus - 8x]
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[E-40]
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H-I double L Side
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13-24 Magazine where I resigned
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1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive
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With the same colored tent as the paint, who that inside
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And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun
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Girl that's 40 and them they some factors they all one
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Them playas got more paper than ?keegles? and than some
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I always see them at the casino bossing and smabbing
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Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and
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Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans
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Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and
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Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done
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You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from
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I'm O.G., like the candle light grip
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I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike
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I'm the one that named the burn out sparkies
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Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet
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And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought
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Real brothers like me where did they go
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Somebody tell me where my
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[Chorus - 8x]
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Pimps, Hustlas
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E-40 |