Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

A day in the life, of a 20 Crip
I'm a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm
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 don't even
I bust a funky that's smooth as a prism
So check it as I off in this funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies talking about I disrespected set
Aww nah, Dogg ain't this
I got relatives 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, Face
And the Har'ron rest in peace

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

It's so real, I had to show love
Now to this scrub
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 back you down like
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

With the and snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was niggaz off with all my riches
You so hardco', why you ain't go to level
Oh I
(Bitch!)

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

'Cos you the biggest on your label
And them other niggaz 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 will end yo'
If you keep talkin' shit on

It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my 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 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 'em, bitches 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 money out the
Your only is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you worser than

Alotta niggas should've said it, 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and it for 'em
This a bitch like his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

And I'ma let the whole 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 every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he what's up
He better it crippin', and slip his clip in

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

It's all to the again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood
Spinning that real times, spitting that real
To the whole 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 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 you're of my paper stack
(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
ass nigga