Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

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

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin where I spent my
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't to pull it
Cause in the city you know what can come up
You turn your and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's or be killed
So I sit and observe what goes on
So when a brother 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 deep in the ground, boy, you think he was
And when you wake up, apologize to daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I 'bout, it don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock
I been a gangsta since in the day
High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days locs was called insanes
And I was coolin my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't me
Scared of catchin the pointed of my Stacy's
Strollin the street with my sweet girl
Creased and starched up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every you saw me in was deadly precise
I ain't had a problem on any block
if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a lotta bullshit
Just doin his own
Straight get his on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
why he was very well respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope you're
It's all about gettin your life
And when you're livin like Loc, your is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic and different type 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 makin women
I am a player, petty actions
Never heard about a headache, cause I use
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 like
I'm to the hood
But
I got to do
Check out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and what I have to be
Just like the homies standin and back of me
And when you see us don't ask questions
Are we You know what's our profession
We're servin suckers and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose and good times
I don't to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft just because I and made a record
It's that thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother named who was loc'ed out
I up and I'm known to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got bodyguards
I to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

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

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

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