Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z
About to 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 20 Crip
I'm just a stuburn type of with a head like a brick
And because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so it on the loc'ness

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

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

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 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 some
Now to this scrub
It about Crip or Blood
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 Shaq-Daddy
And bust on ya out the new

And skirt up, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I fucked all groupies
When you was time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers just
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 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 them other just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete the heat that I drop
And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
If you talkin' shit on Crip

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)
It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that 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 money out the
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to level
Man you worser devils

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

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

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

It's all to the again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood
Spinning that times, spitting that real shit
To the whole world feel it
So put the in the skillet, and try to peel it
'Cos Records is the realest, nigga

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)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the 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
Jealous ass