Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor right
Sho' right
Yo, tell em what all about, man
All that ballin
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 strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a hood
Not even knowin where I 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, the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't to pull it
Cause in the you never know what can come up
You turn your back and what's up - a sucker up
And you're left in a stand-still
Nine out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and what goes on
So a brother feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time and
But will be a time and place
And smoke his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include
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 when was called insanes
And I was with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't me
Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my
the street with my sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and up khakis
Back then that was the and it was ice
And every you saw me in was deadly precise
I ain't never had a problem on any
if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a
Young Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a little bad gooseneck,
really into 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 all about who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope you're
all about gettin your life established
And when you're livin like Loc, your life is
Everything, from my living to my
The women and different type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things 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
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around makin women
I am a player, petty surveyor
Never heard about a headache, cause I use
So the can come kiss the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

...
It was on to the break of
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 standin and back of me
And when you see us ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You what's our profession
We're servin techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, women and good times
I don't hesitate to a boy in a second
He thinks I'm just because I went and made a record
It's petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a named Tone who was loc'ed out
I up and I'm known to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

And that's up real
No matter where you're
of the street
Pimpin

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