Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the
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 type of fella with a head a brick
And because 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 funky that's smooth as a prism
So check it as I kick off in funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies about I disrespected 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 for a bunch of real B-Dogs
K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie rest in peace

Big Jay from Cappinella
He used to blaze with his nephew after
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 Crip or
about you bein' jealous of what I does

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

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 fags and snitches, no killers bitches
And you was payin' off with all my riches
You so hardco', why you ain't go to level
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'

you the biggest star on your label
And them niggaz just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete the heat that I drop
And I still been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' 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 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)

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

Alotta niggas should've it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch his wife
Suge a bitch, and that's on my life

And I'ma let the world see
you fucked 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 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 what's up
He keep it crippin', and slip his clip in

'Cos these niggas trippin', this is official
Do the way, leave no witnesses
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, 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 times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole world it
So put the in the skillet, and try to peel it
'Cos Doggystyle is the realest, nigga

It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(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 boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my 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