pimp on - lil-blockers lyrics
[intro]
pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
i keep my pants saigon
but my ghetto is, animal found toast
and tonight we finna have a little pig roast
[verse]
and the only thing that changed is his yang became ying
but my hustle and bustle is my only thing
she talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
we always knew we had it you f-ckers be’s not
[chorus]
mr. landlord we gon’ bust yo’ -ss with an eviction note
got a pocket full of bibles in my trench coat
stop stunting hoe, you not a bouncer you a clown
just like a bone if they can’t hold their own
[verse]
now, y’all can tell russell, yes, i knock the hustle
mad cause i’m in v.i.p. with a f-ckin jack bottle
but by the window’s still three nickels in a piggy bank
he said i got the drank and you got the dank
[chorus]
they’d probably never pay attention, till they put me to rest
raise my flag high put my hand on my chest
its so severe what the hopeless will do
some b-tches call us dogs, we go boo
[verse]
that’s how it go that’s how we roll pow!
no mo’ living in the hood, we done upgraded now
you kick beats in the bed, i be creatin instead
she hit me up, so, oops, i went upside her head
[chorus]
she was payin’ registration i was tryin’ to get an i.d
i hope it’s me when i’m a hundred and three
i never met a greater dime, you were made to shine
from the rise of hitler to the k!llings up in columbine
[verse]
some real n-ggas have gone away… never to return
we don’t need no water, let the m-th-f-ka burn
it may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
and god answered our prayers and momma remarried
[chorus]
and she got a body, that is gangsta hottie
straight up yo, i’m bout to catch a body like gotti
i script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael crichton
i pick em, pluck em, stuck em wit my c-ck an’
[verse]
flowing on mics, blowing you types off of the earth
instinct is his drive toward rockin in summation of his worth
but ain’t no help for you it’s pay day
because i can’t always be in the bay
[chorus]
i like ben franklin on bills
richmond, california to the motherf-ckin’ hills
wheezy, juve, turk: my cash money brothers
big d-cks, big chicks, my lovers
talk that sh-t if you want
big fat rocks on her hand tryin flaunt
so far haven’t been caught yet
and you say that you arleady ate
[verse]
but as a centrail, blaze the track engage
paranoia is usually the sign of the first age
you might need a shoulder to cry
hump back, i, you can’t touch i ’til we see each other again
album: make it reign a p-wn in the game
really i ain’t his girl to claim
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