Luyện nghe bài hát Good Thing We're Rappin'

Alright parents go head tuck the in, PG time is over
This out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright the tape
(Yo, rest day for hoes)

It's a thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be
It's a thing that we're rappin'
If it for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're

There was a when they called me Smooth Eddie
the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on hoes

We was coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we it
Hit a lick, cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple
I'm stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see ain't no rules
We roll city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me
Had brains too, did stealin' than fucking

A thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in town
The vice pick me up as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the up ho
Who asked you to run mouth?"

She was right
It was time to a trip down south
And to this very day, I think of how
I was livin' back then I got to say

It's a thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck findin' a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck findin' a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

They call it ho po when leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, I had one ho
But we was leakin' the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and
I went from Cadillacs in to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a
I think E Street and 5th all the players flocked

One night I was outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, gonna be live"
I was working a breast silk leaf suit
my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em ya pants
And by the way my ham in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, kit on the back

It was nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was gansta limpin'
We inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was gin
Wasn't there minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you feelings"
We did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but nigga who was leakin'

up and said, "Y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's business"
I said, "Yeah, it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to
You call your nigga nucka, snucka she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty
Find ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I her"
I said, "You be a rookie"
Now this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I standin' here
Now I told you that woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the
But most of all nigga, I the one
Now back the up off me son"

He said, "To buck another game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, recognize game
Now I you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my

Shoulda his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's
So I put my away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all excitements got you dizzy
What cha Bitch get busy
Go outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you again
It blows my mind, I think
How I was living then
yo

It's a good thing I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get
And we got to use it

And you don't
hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

You know what I'm
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

I said,
the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp ho mack)

Yeah, and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you a ho too long
Know what I'm Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest,
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest,
Pimps up and down
Squares fuck around town
what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's to rest
and mess
Count my monies while I the funnies
Give my propas while I the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', me?

Bitch what cha on your ass?
Watchin' the pass
Pat your on the concrete
And go get my money