Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus
And the word is on the streets, and the is the streets
We gon' go to a live remote, wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg

A day in the life, of a 20 Crip
I'm just a stuburn of fella with a head like a brick
And just I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness

Now this is how we do it when we the grip
Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
I bust a composition that's smooth as a prism
So it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the phone is off the deck
And it's some talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg this y'all
I got relatives up off of Crenshaw

is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for a bunch of B-Dogs
K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the Har'ron rest in peace

Big Jay Cappinella Park
He used to with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big neck
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

so real, I had to show some love
Now back to scrub
It ain't Crip or Blood
about you bein' jealous of what I does

'Cos I it the most
The king of the coast in the paint post
I back you down like
And bust on ya out the new

And skirt up, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I all your groupies
you was doin' time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off with all my
You so hardco', why you ain't go to fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I walk the mainline everytime I go
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the word on Simon
You need to just start

you the biggest star on your label
And other niggaz just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat I drop
And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
If you keep shit on Crip

It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em

If I shoot you, be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall to your level
Man you than devils

niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
But say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch like his
Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life

And let the whole world see
'Cos you fucked up the industry, and on me
We can go up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the thing, I love to wet it up

You and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cos fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his in

'Cos these niggas trippin', this is official
Do the way, leave no witnesses
This is that diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you naked, chicky, check, check it

It's all to the good
You can catch Dibby Double in the hood again
Spinning that real times, spitting that real
To make the whole feel it
So put the in the skillet, and try to peel it
Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga

It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Jealous ass