Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a type of fella with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say I'm hopeless
But I give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness

Now is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so even trip
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a
So it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the
And it's some homies talking about I disrespected set
Aww nah, Dogg this y'all
I got couple up off of Crenshaw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cos you the biggest star on label
And other niggaz just crumbs off my table
not able, to compete with 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 keep talkin' shit on

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)
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
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be
And be spending money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall 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 nigga's a bitch like his
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

And I'ma let the whole see
'Cos you fucked up the industry, and 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, 'em, shut 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

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

all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby in the hood 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
Doggystyle 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 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 fact that 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
ass nigga