Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With the fags and snitches, no killers just
And you was niggaz off with 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 I do it L.B.C. style
I got the on your Simon
You need to start rhymin'

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

It all boils down to the fact that you're 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 'em, bitches I got 'em

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and 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

niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch 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 thing, I love to wet it up

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

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

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

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)
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 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga