Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor right
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 what all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I up in a wild hood
Not knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic 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 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 you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what on
So when a feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time and
But there will be a and place
And smoke his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to 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 of young

[ 2 ]
Now the I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp and rock worlds
I been a since back in the day
Junior High School, I it was in '78
Back in the when locs was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big cousin
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't me
Scared of the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street with my sweet girl
Creased Curduroys and up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was deadly
I ain't had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get
in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a little bad gooseneck,
Wasn't really into a whole bullshit
Just doin his own
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 much dope slingin
It's all about your life established
And when you're livin like Loc, your life is
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 picture how they to juice me?
You can't me to wanna-pimps whimps
Cause that's entirely a different type of
is the key to my success
Not around makin women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
Never about a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar
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 what I 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 what's our
We're servin techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and times
I hesitate to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft just I went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got him all 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 suckers lay the beat twice as
And when you see I got 20'000
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

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

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