Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

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

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a hood
Not even knowin where I spent my
The voice of panic hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to it
Cause in the city you never know what can up
You turn your back and what's up - a runs up
And then you're left in a
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's or be killed
So I sit and observe what goes on
So when a brother an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the and place
But will be a time and place
And smoke his ass..
him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you up, apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a O.G. brother
I want you to it down
And tell em about the days of

[ 2 ]
Now the I talkin '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 when locs was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker face me
Scared of catchin the pointed of my Stacy's
Strollin the street with my sweet girl
Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was deadly
I never had a problem on any block
if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a little bad gooseneck,
Wasn't really into a lotta bullshit
doin his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was kinda cool,
That's why he was well respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who bangin
Gangbangin or how much you're slingin
It's all about gettin your life
And when you're livin like Loc, your is lavish
Everything, my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and different of backrubs
The I travel, the things that I see
You're startin to get the picture how start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps
Cause that's entirely a type of pimp
is the key to my success
Not rollin makin women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the can come kiss the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

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

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's what I to be
Just like the homies front and back of me
And when you see us don't ask stupid
Are we gangbangin? You what's our profession
We're servin suckers techniques and rhymes
Big Buds, women and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a
He thinks I'm just because I went and made a record
It's that petty thought got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was out
I nutted up and I'm to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old lay the beat twice as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Straight up down for the
Tribe thing,
No matter who you are or where you come
they push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to out swingin

And straight up real
No matter where you're
Laws of the
Pimpin

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