Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a stuburn type of fella a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the

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

It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the
And some homies talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of

This is about me and Simon, not me and
I got love for a of real B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Face
And the homie Har'ron in peace

Big Jay from Park
He used to blaze with his after dark
On and on, rocking big bone
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

It's so real, I had to some love
Now back to scrub
It about Crip or Blood
It's about you bein' jealous of what I

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

And skirt up, bust ya
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I fucked all groupies
When you was doin' time in Snoopy

With the and snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off with all my
You so hardco', why you go to level fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I the mainline everytime I go down
You can my G files I do it L.B.C. style
I got the word on your
You need to just rhymin'

you the biggest star on your label
And other niggaz just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to with the heat that 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 talkin' shit on

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

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

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

And I'ma let the whole see
'Cos you up the industry, and that's on me
We can go up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I to wet it up

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

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

It's all to the again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the again
Spinning real times, spitting that real shit
To the whole world feel it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to 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 of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the that 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