Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your man DJ E-Z Dick
About to another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the 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 just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a
And just because I sip Moet, say that I'm hopeless
But I give 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 even trip
I bust a funky composition that's as a prism
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 about I they set
Aww nah, Dogg this y'all
I got couple up off of Crenshaw

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

Big Jay Cappinella Park
He used to blaze his nephew after dark
On and on, big neck bone
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

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

'Cos I does it the
The king of the coast in the playin' post
I back you like Shaq-Daddy
And on ya out the new Caddy

And skirt up, bust ya
I'm not Xzibit, you pull my hoe card
I fucked all your
When you was doin' time in Camp

the fags and snitches, no killers just 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 mainline I go down
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the word on your
You need to start rhymin'

'Cos you the biggest on your label
And them other just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to with the heat that I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for on a cop
I started yo' shit and I end yo' shit
If you talkin' shit on Crip

It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all down 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 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 you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be spending money out the
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall to your level
Man you than devils

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 like 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 and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially
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 business
Do the way, leave no witnesses
This is that unexpected directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you naked, chicky, check, check it

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

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 you're jealous of my paper
(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