Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's main 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 remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a stuburn type of with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, 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 checking the
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even
I bust a funky composition that's 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 talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg this y'all
I got couple up off of Crenshaw

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

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

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

'Cos I does it the
The king of the in the paint playin' post
I back you down like
And on ya out the new Caddy

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

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 mainline everytime I go
You can check my G I do it L.B.C. style
I got the word on your
You need to just start

'Cos you the biggest on your label
And them other niggaz crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat I drop
And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' shit and I end yo' shit
If you keep talkin' on Crip

It all boils down to the fact you're 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)
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 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and be famous
And I'll be 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, stop it, pop it, rewind and it for 'em
nigga's a bitch 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 thing, I love to wet it up

You rappers and artists, tell 'em, it up
'Cos I'll fuck last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
He keep it crippin', and slip his clip in

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

It's all to the again
You can catch Dibby Double in the hood again
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 down to the fact that 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 boils down to the 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
ass nigga