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pimp n my own rhymes - 8ball & mjg lyrics

p*i*m*p, m*j*f*cking*g, raised in tennessee, brother said he the big, memphis pimp*ology
cause pimpin’ ain’t dead yet, these hoes ain’t scared yet, remember i said that, your
life is a game, the hood is the battle zone, pass me the paper so i can be where the
chickens roam, load up my steel crones, step out to check out the streets, stop
at the store to pick up some more of the grocery, if the truth is stand up, then
life are your principles, your bones are mental the blood is principle, off of your clothes
so don’t be born no blood stain take care your business cause it’s the time
for all things my lyrics will demonstrate, that pimps don’t
perpetrate the knowledge will penetrate, listen and
try to wait as i keep pimping rhymes, i’m out of my
pimping mind and i’m here to say that i’m a pimp in my own rhyme
rumors don’t bother me, b*tches they swallow me
starch off a n*gga dark, a trick that you gotta treat
sh*t if she thinks she pretty and that’s why i’m runnin’ games
the money i maintain by workin’ my dangle lane
the b*tches be poppin’ game and wearin’ they n*ggas clothes
scandalous groupie, big choosy booty, outrageous hoes
ride in my wagon but if she’s naggin’ she’s gotta go
you gave me the p*ssy so i don’t need you but f*ckin’ hoes
a player, a rhyme saver, the b*tch layer
i break her, gun, hold back, then i take her home
the thrill is gone, i got jet to set before i get my ass in some mix
turn over al green, then pump up the marvin g*ye
respo the chicken, then get a grip over ashtray
full of that mode liquor, the bull is kickin’ me
he got my attention when i was finishin’ number three
but i ain’t afraid to bust a cap on another bro
jet to the liquor store, then get me a pint too
followed my roadies, and now we rollin’ through on mine
creep in the club, check out the hoes, then take a stroll
talk with the fellas, we stick together, that’s how it goes
people is ringing, some n*ggas singing, we gotta go
jet to another club, f*ck with another ho
drop a few lines, check out the times, then make a move
go to the crib, slip in a row, take off my shoes
flip on the television, my eyes are hurting me
f*cking with chicken can put a dent in reality
if you a real n*gga, you learn to play the game
pimp what you got to pimp, keep you some pocket change
but i ain’t no rippin’ n*gga, this sh*t happens all the time
that’s why i say that i’m a pimp in my own brand
what does a mother f*cker
what does a mother f*cker
what does a mother f*cker

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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