Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those 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 fella 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 is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so even trip
I bust a funky composition smooth as a prism
So it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm

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

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

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

It's so real, I had to show some
Now back to this
It about Crip or Blood
It's about you bein' jealous of I does

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

And up, bust 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' 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 word on Simon
You need to just rhymin'

'Cos you the biggest star on your
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my
not able, to compete with the heat 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 shit 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 that you're of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the 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
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and be famous
And be spending money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall to your level
Man you worser devils

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

And I'ma let the world see
'Cos you 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 and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cos fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he what's up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his in

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

all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the again
Spinning that times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole world 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 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 boils down to the fact that 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)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga