This Pimp - Explicit Album Version 歌词
| 歌曲 | This Pimp - Explicit Album Version |
| 歌手 | Project Pat |
| 专辑 | Layin' Da Smack Down (Explicit Version) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beauregard, Houston, Houston | |
| Hoe, I know you got this loot fuck around make me shoot up | |
| I'm like I'm a rocket, yea, | |
| I knock it when | |
| I hit them boots | |
| Make that pussy wetter then runnin' like a faucet tap | |
| Though we get ya stupid then yo' face is gonna get a slap | |
| Thorough breds are on the map, pimps are ridin' checky tramps | |
| Prostitutin' straight up lootin' table dances in ya lap | |
| Keep a cough drop in ya cap like the way that booty flap | |
| Nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap | |
| Take me off the weight of fame, | |
| I'ma let you run ya game | |
| But if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame | |
| Swang a fist bout a her eye, kiss my dick never good-bye | |
| Fuck around and break ya leg, hoe, if ya tell a lie | |
| Biggest booty in the club, ah, | |
| I'm the dad you the mother | |
| Out here cornin' like no other, you's a freaky muthafucka | |
| What they used to say to ya, hooker now they payin' ya | |
| Me and you done falled off broke, yea, that's what they prayin' for | |
| You don't never wanna try(This pimp this pimp) | |
| I'll bust ya head you tell a lie(Don't trip, don't trip) | |
| I'ma look you in ya eye(Take grip and take grip) | |
| You get wrong you receive(A fat lip, a fat lip) | |
| You don't never wanna try(This pimp this pimp) | |
| I'll bust ya head you tell a lie(Don't trip, don't trip) | |
| I'ma look you in ya eye(Take grip and take grip) | |
| You get wrong you receive(A fat lip, a fat lip) | |
| I'm 'bout to whip on this maggot means nothin', bitch | |
| Got a cute little face and a tight little switch | |
| Gettin' rich off the chick'll never happen in a million | |
| Tired just from now 'cuz she a civilian | |
| Not a soldier to this army'll make ya change | |
| Come up shorter and your face | |
| I'ma rearrange | |
| You was lookin' strange but your pockets lookin' stranger | |
| I was bumpin' me, some ruffin' in the changer | |
| Swollen eyes, busted lips but you know, | |
| I'm lovin' you | |
| In the club shakin' hips everyday | |
| I'm cussin' you | |
| Bitch, I'm never trustin' you, that's because | |
| I'm smart, hoe | |
| Other niggas give ya cheese, they ain't got no heart though | |
| Hoe, I'm gonna start yo' ass with empty purse | |
| Break you like a cash register then put in hearse | |
| Conscience to the grave and | |
| I hope that you can see | |
| That I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me | |
| You don't never wanna try(This pimp this pimp) | |
| I'll bust ya head you tell a lie(Don't trip, don't trip) | |
| I'ma look you in ya eye(Take grip and take grip) | |
| You get wrong you receive(A fat lip, a fat lip) | |
| You don't never wanna try(This pimp this pimp) | |
| I'll bust ya head you tell a lie(Don't trip, don't trip) | |
| I'ma look you in ya eye(Take grip and take grip) | |
| You get wrong you receive(A fat lip, a fat lip) | |
| Peter Piper beat the bitch, swiped her in the conflict | |
| Through the town spit his game, introduced her to a trick | |
| Make-up hoe like a queen cookin' cakes candy rings | |
| Feelin' up her pussy hole, rub her for the dingalin' | |
| But the hoe didn't meet her quarter, so | |
| I walked out in an order | |
| Break away from gettin' slapped, start runnin' for the border | |
| Known to whip you out your draws, bitch done went and told them laws | |
| Got domestic violent charge in the mornin' out them bars | |
| Duck niggas hate this shit, catch 'em goin' quack, quack | |
| Try snitchin' to a bitch tryin' to hold the mack back | |
| But it ain't gone happen 'cuz the playas out here rappin' | |
| To these hoes layin' down the law while | |
| I get the capin' | |
| Head crackin' in a brick wall, got me in a midst brawl | |
| Showin' out in front of folk that'll make me kill y'all | |
| Muthafuckin' ass beat ya down like ya stole somethin' | |
| Turn right around hey, hoe, let me hold somethin' | |
| You don't never wanna try(This pimp, this pimp, this pimp) |
| zuo qu : Beauregard, Houston, Houston | |
| Hoe, I know you got this loot fuck around make me shoot up | |
| I' m like I' m a rocket, yea, | |
| I knock it when | |
| I hit them boots | |
| Make that pussy wetter then runnin' like a faucet tap | |
| Though we get ya stupid then yo' face is gonna get a slap | |
| Thorough breds are on the map, pimps are ridin' checky tramps | |
| Prostitutin' straight up lootin' table dances in ya lap | |
| Keep a cough drop in ya cap like the way that booty flap | |
| Nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap | |
| Take me off the weight of fame, | |
| I' ma let you run ya game | |
| But if it don' t profit us that' ll bring a pimp to shame | |
| Swang a fist bout a her eye, kiss my dick never goodbye | |
| Fuck around and break ya leg, hoe, if ya tell a lie | |
| Biggest booty in the club, ah, | |
| I' m the dad you the mother | |
| Out here cornin' like no other, you' s a freaky muthafucka | |
| What they used to say to ya, hooker now they payin' ya | |
| Me and you done falled off broke, yea, that' s what they prayin' for | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| I' m ' bout to whip on this maggot means nothin', bitch | |
| Got a cute little face and a tight little switch | |
| Gettin' rich off the chick' ll never happen in a million | |
| Tired just from now ' cuz she a civilian | |
| Not a soldier to this army' ll make ya change | |
| Come up shorter and your face | |
| I' ma rearrange | |
| You was lookin' strange but your pockets lookin' stranger | |
| I was bumpin' me, some ruffin' in the changer | |
| Swollen eyes, busted lips but you know, | |
| I' m lovin' you | |
| In the club shakin' hips everyday | |
| I' m cussin' you | |
| Bitch, I' m never trustin' you, that' s because | |
| I' m smart, hoe | |
| Other niggas give ya cheese, they ain' t got no heart though | |
| Hoe, I' m gonna start yo' ass with empty purse | |
| Break you like a cash register then put in hearse | |
| Conscience to the grave and | |
| I hope that you can see | |
| That I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| Peter Piper beat the bitch, swiped her in the conflict | |
| Through the town spit his game, introduced her to a trick | |
| Makeup hoe like a queen cookin' cakes candy rings | |
| Feelin' up her pussy hole, rub her for the dingalin' | |
| But the hoe didn' t meet her quarter, so | |
| I walked out in an order | |
| Break away from gettin' slapped, start runnin' for the border | |
| Known to whip you out your draws, bitch done went and told them laws | |
| Got domestic violent charge in the mornin' out them bars | |
| Duck niggas hate this shit, catch ' em goin' quack, quack | |
| Try snitchin' to a bitch tryin' to hold the mack back | |
| But it ain' t gone happen ' cuz the playas out here rappin' | |
| To these hoes layin' down the law while | |
| I get the capin' | |
| Head crackin' in a brick wall, got me in a midst brawl | |
| Showin' out in front of folk that' ll make me kill y' all | |
| Muthafuckin' ass beat ya down like ya stole somethin' | |
| Turn right around hey, hoe, let me hold somethin' | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp, this pimp, this pimp |
| zuò qǔ : Beauregard, Houston, Houston | |
| Hoe, I know you got this loot fuck around make me shoot up | |
| I' m like I' m a rocket, yea, | |
| I knock it when | |
| I hit them boots | |
| Make that pussy wetter then runnin' like a faucet tap | |
| Though we get ya stupid then yo' face is gonna get a slap | |
| Thorough breds are on the map, pimps are ridin' checky tramps | |
| Prostitutin' straight up lootin' table dances in ya lap | |
| Keep a cough drop in ya cap like the way that booty flap | |
| Nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap | |
| Take me off the weight of fame, | |
| I' ma let you run ya game | |
| But if it don' t profit us that' ll bring a pimp to shame | |
| Swang a fist bout a her eye, kiss my dick never goodbye | |
| Fuck around and break ya leg, hoe, if ya tell a lie | |
| Biggest booty in the club, ah, | |
| I' m the dad you the mother | |
| Out here cornin' like no other, you' s a freaky muthafucka | |
| What they used to say to ya, hooker now they payin' ya | |
| Me and you done falled off broke, yea, that' s what they prayin' for | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| I' m ' bout to whip on this maggot means nothin', bitch | |
| Got a cute little face and a tight little switch | |
| Gettin' rich off the chick' ll never happen in a million | |
| Tired just from now ' cuz she a civilian | |
| Not a soldier to this army' ll make ya change | |
| Come up shorter and your face | |
| I' ma rearrange | |
| You was lookin' strange but your pockets lookin' stranger | |
| I was bumpin' me, some ruffin' in the changer | |
| Swollen eyes, busted lips but you know, | |
| I' m lovin' you | |
| In the club shakin' hips everyday | |
| I' m cussin' you | |
| Bitch, I' m never trustin' you, that' s because | |
| I' m smart, hoe | |
| Other niggas give ya cheese, they ain' t got no heart though | |
| Hoe, I' m gonna start yo' ass with empty purse | |
| Break you like a cash register then put in hearse | |
| Conscience to the grave and | |
| I hope that you can see | |
| That I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp this pimp | |
| I' ll bust ya head you tell a lie Don' t trip, don' t trip | |
| I' ma look you in ya eye Take grip and take grip | |
| You get wrong you receive A fat lip, a fat lip | |
| Peter Piper beat the bitch, swiped her in the conflict | |
| Through the town spit his game, introduced her to a trick | |
| Makeup hoe like a queen cookin' cakes candy rings | |
| Feelin' up her pussy hole, rub her for the dingalin' | |
| But the hoe didn' t meet her quarter, so | |
| I walked out in an order | |
| Break away from gettin' slapped, start runnin' for the border | |
| Known to whip you out your draws, bitch done went and told them laws | |
| Got domestic violent charge in the mornin' out them bars | |
| Duck niggas hate this shit, catch ' em goin' quack, quack | |
| Try snitchin' to a bitch tryin' to hold the mack back | |
| But it ain' t gone happen ' cuz the playas out here rappin' | |
| To these hoes layin' down the law while | |
| I get the capin' | |
| Head crackin' in a brick wall, got me in a midst brawl | |
| Showin' out in front of folk that' ll make me kill y' all | |
| Muthafuckin' ass beat ya down like ya stole somethin' | |
| Turn right around hey, hoe, let me hold somethin' | |
| You don' t never wanna try This pimp, this pimp, this pimp |
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