Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

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

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto,
Yet with a gat and stiletto, hoe
say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't to pull it
Cause in the city you never know can come up
You turn your back and up - a sucker runs up
And you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's kill or be
So I sit back and observe goes on
So when a brother feels an oath to on
I let him know this ain't the time and
But there will be a time and
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so 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. type
I you to break it down
And tell em about the days of

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

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really a whole lotta bullshit
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 you're like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic women and different of backrubs
The I travel, the things that I see
You're startin to get the how they 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 around makin women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache, I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

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

Straight up down for the
thing, uknowmsayin?
No matter who you are or where you 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
of the street
Pimpin

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 football game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't
To all the on the Westside