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Артист: Tone-LocНазвание : Pimp Without a CaddyДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples home collection hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples home collection hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples home collection hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples home collection hip-hop turn it up guitar samples drum samples home collection Видео:
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Aaaaah yeeeaah That`s the flavor right there Sho` you`re right Yo, tell em what it`s all about, man All that ballin thing How you got it goin and on and on with that, huh (Tell em what it`s all about) [ VERSE 1 ] I`m a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe Some say that I grew up in a wild hood Not even knowin where I spent my childhood The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bullet The trigger`s aimin, yo, I ain`t afraid to pull it Cause in the city you never know what can come up You turn your back and what`s up - a sucker runs up And then you`re left in a stand-still Nine times out of ten, yo, it`s kill or be killed So I sit back and observe what goes on So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on I let him know this ain`t the time and place But there will be a time and place And I`ma smoke his ass.. Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Youknowmsayin? Just a O.G. type brother I want you to break it down And tell em about the days of young [ VERSE 2 ] Now the pimpin I talkin `bout, it don`t include girls I pimp microphones and rock worlds I been a gangsta since back in the day Junior High School, I think it was in `78 Back in the days when locs was called insanes And I was coolin with my big cousin Nobrain Back then, you know a sucker wouldn`t face me Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy`s Strollin the street with my sweet girl Jackie Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis Back then that was the style and it was ice And every gear you saw me in was deadly precise I ain`t never had a problem on any block Cause if I did, sho` I cut him and get socked Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin? Just a little bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin? Wasn`t really into a whole lotta bullshit Just doin his own thing Straight get his scrap on But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin That`s why he was very well respected [ VERSE 3 ] It ain`t all about who you`re bangin Gangbangin or how much dope you`re slingin It`s all about gettin your life established And when you`re livin like Loc, your life is lavish Everything, from my living to my bathtub The exotic women and different type of backrubs The places I travel, the things that I see You`re startin to get the picture how they start to juice me? You can`t compare me to wanna-pimps whimps Cause that`s entirely a different type of pimp Longevity is the key to my success Not rollin around makin women undress I am a player, petty actions surveyor Never heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin? ... It was on to the break of dawn I got it like that I`m sworn to the hood But check I got things to do Check this out [ VERSE 4 ] An O.G. for life, and that`s what I have to be Just like the homies standin front and back of me And when you see us don`t ask stupid questions Are we gangbangin? You know what`s our profession We`re servin suckers techniques and good rhymes Big Buds, loose women and good times I don`t hesitate to check a boy in a second He thinks I`m soft just because I went and made a record It`s that petty thought that got him all smoked out By a brother named Tone who was loc`ed out I nutted up and I`m known to do it on occasion And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard And when you see I got 20`000 bodyguards I came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin? Straight up down for the crown Tribe thing, uknowmsayin? No matter who you are or where you come from When they push you back to the wall You got no choice but to come out swingin Uknowmsayin And that`s straight up real No matter where you`re from Laws of the street Pimpin style Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide Special shout-out to my homies EPMD Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew Special shout-out to ATL What`s up with your football game? Tone-Loc 150 yards, don`t know To all the homies on the Westside | Похожие исполнители:
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