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(talking)<br />Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah <br />Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah<br />Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down<br />What is it, check this out<br /><br />[E-40]<br />Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro<br />Pitching the pot with the coke that's what I use to pedal<br />Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trades<br />Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways<br />Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package<br />Serving that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magic<br />Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves<br />Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze<br />Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down<br />John, Jane Doe, lost and found<br />Everybody know this young player's about his business<br />Rich tricks, chickens I pimp, polygamists<br />My L.I.P.I folks be digging this<br />Devon, Pimpy Gear, Mac Squeeze this<br />Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience<br />In this occupation you can't be generous<br />Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing<br />No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)<br />We just some pimps, playas<br />Hustlas, gangstas<br /><br />[James "Stomp Down" Bailey]<br />Walk that walk, when you talk that talk<br />Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle<br />Have heart, have money, have muscle<br />Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble<br />It's like A-B-C's when I spit it<br />Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it<br />When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges<br />You got a house that's sold out full of bitches<br />I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It<br />Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and<br />Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping<br />Never gambles in a hoe and come up with it<br />Navi cars and a home there's no limit<br />And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it<br />You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute<br />Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)<br /><br />[E-40]<br />H-I double L Side<br />13-24 Magazine where I reside<br />1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive<br />With the same colored tent as the paint, who that inside<br />And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun<br />Girl that's 40 and them they some factors they all one<br />Them playas got more paper than keegles and then some<br />I always see them at the casino bossing and smabbing<br />Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and<br />Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans<br />Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and<br />Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done<br />You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from<br />I'm O.G., like the candle light grip<br />I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike<br />I'm the one that named the burn out sparkies<br />Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet<br />And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought<br />Real brothers like me where did they go<br />Somebody tell me where my<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)
New song lyrics
(talking)<br />Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah <br />Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah<br />Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down<br />What is it, check this out<br /><br />[E-40]<br />Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro<br />Pitching the pot with the coke that's what I use to pedal<br />Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trades<br />Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways<br />Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package<br />Serving that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magic<br />Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves<br />Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze<br />Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down<br />John, Jane Doe, lost and found<br />Everybody know this young player's about his business<br />Rich tricks, chickens I pimp, polygamists<br />My L.I.P.I folks be digging this<br />Devon, Pimpy Gear, Mac Squeeze this<br />Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience<br />In this occupation you can't be generous<br />Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing<br />No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)<br />We just some pimps, playas<br />Hustlas, gangstas<br /><br />[James "Stomp Down" Bailey]<br />Walk that walk, when you talk that talk<br />Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle<br />Have heart, have money, have muscle<br />Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble<br />It's like A-B-C's when I spit it<br />Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it<br />When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges<br />You got a house that's sold out full of bitches<br />I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It<br />Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and<br />Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping<br />Never gambles in a hoe and come up with it<br />Navi cars and a home there's no limit<br />And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it<br />You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute<br />Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)<br /><br />[E-40]<br />H-I double L Side<br />13-24 Magazine where I reside<br />1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive<br />With the same colored tent as the paint, who that inside<br />And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun<br />Girl that's 40 and them they some factors they all one<br />Them playas got more paper than keegles and then some<br />I always see them at the casino bossing and smabbing<br />Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and<br />Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans<br />Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and<br />Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done<br />You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from<br />I'm O.G., like the candle light grip<br />I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike<br />I'm the one that named the burn out sparkies<br />Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet<br />And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought<br />Real brothers like me where did they go<br />Somebody tell me where my<br /><br />(Chorus - 8x)
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