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Текст песни "Real Pimp" |
[Chorus: Nate]
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I Love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound gangsta gang
Nigga you can't fuck wit me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
[Verse 1:Nate]
Let me teach you the game man homie wit this
When he rockin' ya brain man gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc missin'
Niggaz playin' that hate game we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man we keep it pimpin'
That one comin' wit me man
I got love,
I got love fore the niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Now ever since ruffles had ridges,
Ludas had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
MЁ¦nages wit sistas
Veins popin' out like shimp, lobster
A town mobster
Garage full of 6's what can I say?
If something don't smell right what can I spray?
Tech 9 incense say for instance
You in the distance hit em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' more money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to ya tummy 2 to ya throat
And bulletproof cars we ride like the pope
So just in case you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
Caus you was talking that yak and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Mrs. Piggy givin' head
[Chorus]
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