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*(yukmouth & knumskull talking)* |
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Nigga, what's hap'nin? |
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Who we got in here? |
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Nigga, ain't this the last album. |
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Fuck that. we got richie rich, dru down, (you know!) yukmouth, |
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Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. fo the 9-fever, check it out. |
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*(chorus- yuk & richie)* |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, yukmouth let me |
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Hear ya. |
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Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* |
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Well it's the one of the mill nigga |
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The vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest |
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Fill niggaz up wit bullets |
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Kill niggaz, yuk don't bullshit |
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An i pull licks if i have to, no laughter |
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Or chit-chat i juss clack my shit back an then i blast ya |
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When it's the wig split |
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Come wit big shit fo the 9-feva-roo |
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Cuz ya fuckin either two |
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Of yo baby ma'mas |
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Got em on camera |
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Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her |
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Bootsy hole |
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Fo sho, i pimp nights like gladis |
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Niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when i'm in yo hood wit an |
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Automatic |
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So crack ends, givin me jaw, i be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs |
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Then a see-saw |
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Sometimes i feel like i'm broke, sometimes i'm shot calla |
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Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like pala |
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Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then spike lee |
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Might be off the 40 cuz i'm og like ice-t |
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Ya dig? |
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Verse 2 *(richie rich)* |
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Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same |
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One fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game |
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Now i know bitches that say "richard, do what ya wanna" |
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But like old vogues them bitches cry when i hit the corner |
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My 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed off |
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I'm still gettin zips off |
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Niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off |
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Until they told me, it was knumskull, yuk an dru |
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Now what you wanna do? |
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It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues |
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That's what they cost in the store, yeah |
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An you can reach, but you can not touch |
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Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much? |
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If you scared go to church, i know it hurts |
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To find out, she works for me |
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Brought me that jeep |
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That's why i, keep my bitch business in the cut |
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That way i gets yo skrilla, plus i get to fuck, |
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Cuz we. |
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*(chorus)* |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, dru down, let |
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Me hear ya. |
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Verse 3 *(dru down |
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I'm steadily stackin up on the green |
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Ballas will use the triple beam |
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Shot calla use they words |
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Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served |
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Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode |
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I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though |
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Doe is what i love, so what's up? |
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Nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough |
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Nigga i had it rough |
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An nigga it ain't no bluff |
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An potna i had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin |
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Yeah okay |
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I turned straight into a hustla |
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Crap on bustas |
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Skrilla fo reala from them suckas |
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I gave my mama half, me half, i'm out the door |
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Ready to bubble |
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I turned into a balla, shot calla |
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Two for twamp |
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With in a year i'm back on the spot |
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Zippas in zipper, i'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked |
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Bitch you jack rabbit call me bugsy |
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Four-four up in the paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me |
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An i'll be sure the next time niggaz see me i'll be high |
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Do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right |
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Side, i'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's |
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I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that i straight broke that |
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Hoe. |
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Verse 4 *(knumskull)* |
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Fa sho. g-a fo checks |
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Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block |
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Wit 4 techs |
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Niggaz on this, on the move in many |
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Plenty taken, playa hatin, caddy's |
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That ain't my thang ruger |
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It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang |
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My s-s-i check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that, |
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An issued this game |
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My buddies, who ever can better my operation stackola |
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Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola |
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Homies wanna be down rollin big stacks |
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You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack |
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So sick wid it |
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That's why i shitted on raps fo luck |
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I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck |
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Could never be stuck |
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I'm facin a life of brokeness already |
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Fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game |
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Blame no nigga fo my down fall |
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But pimpin is the final frontier, i gets around y'all |
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We all. |
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*(chorus)* |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. |
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*(talking in the background)* |
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Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. |
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Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! ahaha. |
