Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor there
Sho' you're
Yo, tell em 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 straight up hustler, never up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even where I spent my childhood
The of panic hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp a sniper
Out the barrels, the point, comes the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I afraid to pull it
Cause in the city you know what can come up
You turn your and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then you're in a stand-still
times out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an oath to 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 wake up, to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it include girls
I pimp and rock worlds
I been a since back in the day
Junior School, I think it was in '78
in the days when locs was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big cousin
Back then, you a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin the tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street my sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and up khakis
Back that was the style and it was ice
And gear you saw me in was deadly precise
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 without a Caddy

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really a whole lotta bullshit
Just his own thing
get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool,
why he was very well respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who bangin
Gangbangin or how dope you're slingin
It's all about gettin life established
And when you're livin Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my 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 compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
Cause that's a different type of pimp
is the key to my success
Not rollin around makin undress
I am a player, petty surveyor
Never heard about a headache, cause I use
So the women can come kiss the sugar
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and what I have to be
Just the homies standin front and back of me
And when you see us don't ask stupid
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're suckers techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and good
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a
He thinks I'm soft just 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 up and I'm known to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

And that's up real
No matter where you're
Laws of the
style

Special shout-out to the Trizzide
shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special to Humpy Hump and crew
shout-out to ATL
What's up with football game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, know
To all the homies on the