Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

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

Now is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so even trip
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a
So check it as I kick off in funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the
And it's some homies talking 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 love for a of real B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay
And the homie rest in peace

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

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

I does it the most
The king of the coast in the playin' post
I back you down Shaq-Daddy
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 your
When you was doin' in Camp Snoopy

With the and snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off all my riches
You so hardco', why you go to level 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 on your Simon
You need to just rhymin'

you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggaz crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat that I
And I still been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' shit and I will end yo'
If you keep talkin' 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 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
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em

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

Alotta should've said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga's a like his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and 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, tell 'em, it up
'Cos I'll fuck every one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows up
He better it crippin', and slip his clip in

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

all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Double in the hood again
Spinning that times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole world it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to it
'Cos Doggystyle Records is the realest,

It all boils 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 to the fact that you're 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 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga