Pimp Without a Caddy

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