Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor right
Sho' right
Yo, em what it's all about, man
All that ballin
How you got it and on and on with that, huh

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto,
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I up in a wild hood
Not even where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, the bullet
The aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to pull it
in the city you never know what can come up
You turn back and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then you're in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, kill or be killed
So I sit and observe what goes on
So when a feels an oath to carryin on
I let him this ain't the time and place
But there be a time and place
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a O.G. type
I want you to break it
And tell em about the of young

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp microphones and worlds
I been a since back in the day
Junior School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days when locs was insanes
And I was with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street my sweet girl Jackie
Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was deadly
I ain't never had a on any block
Cause if I did, I cut him and get socked
in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a little bad gooseneck,
Wasn't really a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin his own
get his scrap on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who you're
or how much dope you're slingin
It's all about gettin your established
And when you're livin Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic women and different type of
The places I travel, the things I see
You're startin to get the how they start to juice me?
You compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
that's entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around makin undress
I am a player, petty surveyor
Never heard a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

...
It was on to the of dawn
I got it like
I'm sworn to the
But
I got to do
this out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's I have to be
Just like the homies front and back of me
And when you see us don't ask questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're servin suckers techniques and good
Big Buds, women and good times
I don't hesitate to a boy in a second
He thinks I'm just because I went and made a record
It's that petty that got him all smoked out
By a brother Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

Straight up for the crown
Tribe thing,
No who you are or where you come from
When push you back to the wall
You got no but to come out swingin

And that's straight up
No matter you're from
Laws of the
Pimpin

Special to the Westside Trizzide
shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special to Humpy Hump and crew
shout-out to ATL
What's up with football game?
150 yards, don't know
To all the on the Westside