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Pimp shit, uh Uh, pimp shit Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit My vocals, uh, uh I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet I'm a star, double the dick, the double R Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns L.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor Drop a bomb on 'em Remain calm on 'em Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'em Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em Listen Call my name, ooh Call my name, uhh Call my name, aw yeah Call my name 59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck Pumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it? Lay the facts out until the cats out Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave." Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath


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