Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z
to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
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 just a stuburn type of with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the

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

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

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

Big Jay from Park
He used to blaze with his nephew 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 to this scrub
It about Crip or Blood
It's about you bein' of what I does

I does it the most
The king of the coast in the paint post
I back you like Shaq-Daddy
And bust on ya out the new

And skirt up, bust ya
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' 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 check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the on your Simon
You need to just start

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

It all boils down to the fact that 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 jealous of my paper 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 keep 'em, I got 'em

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

Alotta niggas said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and it for 'em
This nigga's a 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 thing, I love to wet it up

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

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

all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Double in the hood again
Spinning real times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole feel it
So put the in the skillet, and try to peel it
'Cos Doggystyle 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 you're jealous 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 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
Jealous ass