Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
the flavor right there
Sho' right
Yo, tell em it's all about, man
All ballin thing
How you got it and on and on with 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
say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even where I spent my childhood
The voice of hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I afraid to pull it
in the city you never know what can come up
You your back and what's 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 what goes on
So when a brother an oath to carryin on
I let him know ain't the time and place
But there be a time and place
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

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

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a whole bullshit
Just his own thing
get his scrap on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
why he was very well 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, my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and type of backrubs
The places I travel, the that I see
startin to get the picture how they start to juice me?
You can't compare me to whimps
that's entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around makin undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
Never heard a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

...
It was on to the break of
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 standin front and of me
And you see us don't ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're servin suckers and good rhymes
Big Buds, women and good times
I don't hesitate to a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft because I went and made a record
It's that petty thought 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 in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the twice as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

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

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

Special to the Westside Trizzide
shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and
Special to ATL
What's up with your game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, know
To all the homies on the