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 is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We gon' go to a remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, 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 checking the
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a
So check it as I kick off in this funky ass

It's six dub, the is ringing off the deck
And it's homies talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg ain't y'all
I got relatives up off of Crenshaw

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

Big Jay from Cappinella
He used to blaze his nephew 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 this
It ain't about or Blood
It's you bein' jealous of what I does

'Cos I it the most
The king of the in the paint playin' post
I back you down Shaq-Daddy
And on ya out the new Caddy

And up, bust ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you pull my hoe card
I fucked all groupies
When you was doin' in Camp Snoopy

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

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

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

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

If I you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be money out the anus
only gain is to try to get me to fall down 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, and play it for 'em
This nigga's a like his wife
Suge 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 other thing, I to wet it up

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

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

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

It all boils 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 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)

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