Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor right
Sho' right
Yo, em what it's 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 up in the ghetto, though
Yet with a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a 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 point, comes the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to it
in the city you never know what can come up
You turn your back and up - a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a
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 and place
But there will be a time and
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was
And when you wake up, apologize to daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include
I pimp microphones and worlds
I a gangsta since back in the day
Junior 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 wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my
Strollin the with my sweet girl Jackie
Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back that was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was precise
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 bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't into a whole lotta bullshit
Just his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was kinda cool,
That's why he was well respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who you're
or how much dope you're slingin
It's all about gettin life established
And when you're livin Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic women and different of backrubs
The places I travel, the things I see
You're startin to get the picture how they start to me?
You compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
that's entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around women undress
I am a player, petty surveyor
heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya
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 sworn to the
But
I got to do
Check out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's I have to be
like the homies standin front and back of me
And when you see us don't ask questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're servin suckers 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 because I went and a record
It's that petty that got him all smoked out
By a named Tone 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 beat as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I to battle 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 you come from
they push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to out swingin

And that's straight up
No matter you're from
of the street
Pimpin

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