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[Big Boi]<br>Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about<br>Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses<br>I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with<br>I buy amps that pops my trunk swift<br>I´ve been a player since the age of two<br>That´s when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk<br>Do how them hoe sellers do<br>See born and raised as a pimp, that´s what I claim to be<br>Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see<br>I pledge allegiance to the streets, that´s where I growed up<br>And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up<br>But fuck it, I´m on my own, I´m in my zone<br>And nothin wrong, you don´t belong, you left me standing alone<br>Yeah, I´m the nigga with the feather in my hat<br>Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that<br>But you ain´t know I´m the one dippin and dodgin bullets<br>The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it<br>So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore<br>They were my idols when I was a kid<br>From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon<br>To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon<br><br>[chorus: repeat 2x]<br><br>I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes<br>I put in work and did the dirt, that´s how I payed my dues<br>Uh, 1-2-3, that´s how it be<br>So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that´s in back of me<br><br>[Dre]<br>All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me<br>Growin up a little G, my mama thought I´d grow to be<br>A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder<br>Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten<br>This ain´t no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee<br>If it is one of my own, I´m lettin the trigger be<br>Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me<br>And then I get a slap of dap when I´m slangin quarter keys<br>Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it<br>I ain´t forgot about y´all women who be workin niggaz butt naked<br>At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent<br>Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent<br>But I ain´t got no sense, that´s what I got them thinkin<br>I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin<br>Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain<br>If you cross my path, I´ll leave you drainin like a fountain<br>Yes it´s been like that since way back, in 1975<br>Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive<br>So little botty bwoy better say your prayers<br>You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya<br><br>[chorus: repeat 4x]
New song lyrics
[Big Boi]<br>Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about<br>Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses<br>I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with<br>I buy amps that pops my trunk swift<br>I´ve been a player since the age of two<br>That´s when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk<br>Do how them hoe sellers do<br>See born and raised as a pimp, that´s what I claim to be<br>Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see<br>I pledge allegiance to the streets, that´s where I growed up<br>And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up<br>But fuck it, I´m on my own, I´m in my zone<br>And nothin wrong, you don´t belong, you left me standing alone<br>Yeah, I´m the nigga with the feather in my hat<br>Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that<br>But you ain´t know I´m the one dippin and dodgin bullets<br>The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it<br>So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore<br>They were my idols when I was a kid<br>From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon<br>To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon<br><br>[chorus: repeat 2x]<br><br>I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes<br>I put in work and did the dirt, that´s how I payed my dues<br>Uh, 1-2-3, that´s how it be<br>So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that´s in back of me<br><br>[Dre]<br>All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me<br>Growin up a little G, my mama thought I´d grow to be<br>A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder<br>Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten<br>This ain´t no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee<br>If it is one of my own, I´m lettin the trigger be<br>Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me<br>And then I get a slap of dap when I´m slangin quarter keys<br>Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it<br>I ain´t forgot about y´all women who be workin niggaz butt naked<br>At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent<br>Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent<br>But I ain´t got no sense, that´s what I got them thinkin<br>I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin<br>Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain<br>If you cross my path, I´ll leave you drainin like a fountain<br>Yes it´s been like that since way back, in 1975<br>Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive<br>So little botty bwoy better say your prayers<br>You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya<br><br>[chorus: repeat 4x]
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