Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
the flavor right there
Sho' right
Yo, tell em what all about, man
All that thing
How you got it goin and on and on that, huh

(Tell em what 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 grew up in a hood
Not even knowin I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a
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 back and up - a sucker runs up
And you're left in a stand-still
times out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and what goes on
So when a feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this the time and place
But there will be a time and
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 pimp without a

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't girls
I pimp microphones and rock
I a gangsta since back in the day
High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days locs was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big cousin
then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my
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 precise
I never had a problem on any block
if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a whole lotta
Just his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who you're
Gangbangin or how much dope slingin
It's all about your life established
And when livin like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my to my bathtub
The exotic women and type 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 a different type of pimp
is the key to my success
Not around makin women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache, cause I use
So the women can come the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

...
It was on to the of dawn
I got it that
I'm to the hood
But
I got to do
Check 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 stupid
Are we gangbangin? You know what's our
We're servin techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose 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 that got him all out
By a brother named who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known to do it on
And engagin in .44s and
Some old suckers lay the twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000
I came to battle rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

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

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