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Gangsta Pimpin (feat. Kurupt)
Right now, you ready? Let's do it (Let's do it) Bitch niggas on my nerves Let's do it (Let's do it) Subrubs in the curves Let's do it (Let's do it) You bitch niggas don't know Let's do it (Let's do it) Let's do it (Let's do it) Let's do it (Let's do it) Gangsta dippin' (Dippin') We ain't trippin' (Trippin') I love to get high (High) Book and cook that bank like pie The life of the party Twin double-eyed shotty, twin double-eyed Gotti Straight dippin' on bitches Bouncin' off a ditch and bitch said, 'Dick's delicious' Is that right, bitch? (Bitch) Well, ain't nothin' wrong (Wrong) If she wanna eat dick (Dick) Well, ain't nothin' wrong (Wrong) That's gangsta pimpin' (Pimpin') Dippin' and trippin' (Trippin') My Latinos and niggas That's gangsta pimpin' Chorus: Chiko Dateh (Kurupt in background) {E-Dubb scratching} Gangsta (Gangsta pimpin') Pimpin' (Gangsta pimpin') You know, we, keep it Pimpin' (Gangsta pimpin') Gangsta (Gangsta pimpin') You know, we, homies (Gangsta pimpin', gangsta pimpin') {'Gangsta boogy, gangsta boogy'} Gangsta (Gangsta pimpin') Pimpin' (Gangsta pimpin') Rich lovin' when we dippin' (Gangsta pimpin', gangsta pimpin') So you better hide your hoes, cause you know we gangsta Pimpin' tonight (Gangsta pimpin', gangsta pimpin') {'Gangsta boogy, gangsta boogy'} I'm doper than the whitest coke I spit on every line you bought I keep a pistol in my Levis, G.P.I. Click and it's on, so quit actin' like a bia (Bia, bia) These hoes is here for me, not you I fuck 'em til I be out glue Like 'ruption when he see ya blue 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 These gangstas wanna be like, who? (Me, nigga...) I wanna roll like Tais in Daze I wanna roll like dices, gangsta (Biotch...) Show me a hill, and I'll climb it wasted Gangsta pimpin', G.P.I. Caught in the valley of the east of the V Packin' a pistol with them baggies of that walked-up D Promp-t-ly, walkin' on my tip toes (Walking on my tip toes) These fiends actin' like I shit stones (Acting like I shit stones) Now, how the fuck you think I get dough You get no free-bee hits from Me, nigga, get ghost (Get ghost) The cost of give-me got me Livin' on shit roast (Shit roast) That's a insult (Insult) I'll make the urban murder music Cock the hammer for my intro Of my pistol, pull the trigger, with the impact of a missile Now I'm a raw dog assassin from the D.P.G. Remotely controlled by Young Gotti If he say, 'Catch a body,' then I gotta catch a body On your party faster than a Maserati Drivin' with a fever of 110 After a couple hot tattis and a fifth of Hen Down at the Dogg House with Dre, Snoop and Ren Kick the steppin' like (Kick rocks, fool) Little mama got a thang for papa This game we're talkin' The way I swang my anaconda and the slang I'm talkin' (What) Don't get it twisted, I'm a Twistin' 'em 22's, man (2's, man) The 7-0-deuce spin, burnin' 'em hoes in (Light that shit) Gangsta pimps, with the Dogg Pound Gangsta Bitch, you gotta bang to this Ounce to this, go bounce ya six But don't, let my homies get around ya bitch (Come here, girl) Some niggas wanna raid the crypt (Oh, that shit) That's gangsta, though I snatch a girl, headed back to the Momo, in the back of the Tahoe (Come on, girl) Spit flows much liver than most I'm liable to blows, some hot shells I keep it gangsta pimpin'
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