Hit me Aaaaah That's the right there Sho' you're Yo, em what 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 straight up hustler, grew up in the ghetto, though Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe say that I grew up in a wild hood Not even knowin where I spent my The voice of hittin hard to make you hyper The are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper Out the barrels, the hollow point, the bullet The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't to pull it Cause in the city you never what can come up You turn your back and up - a sucker runs up And then left in a stand-still Nine times out of ten, yo, kill or be killed So I sit back and what goes on So when a brother feels an to carryin on I let him know this the time and place But will be a time and place 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 it down And tell em 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 Junior High School, I it was in '78 Back in the days when was called insanes And I was coolin 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 then that was the and it was ice And every gear you saw me in was deadly I ain't had a problem on any block if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a
Just a little bad gooseneck, Wasn't really into a whole lotta Just his own thing get his scrap on But it was cool, uknowmsayin That's why he was very respected
[ 3 ] It all about who you're 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, my living to my bathtub The exotic women and different of backrubs The places I travel, the things I see startin to get the picture how they start to juice me? You can't compare me to wanna-pimps Cause that's entirely a type of pimp Longevity is the key to my Not rollin around makin women I am a player, petty surveyor Never heard a headache, cause I use Vaya So the women can come the sugar daddy O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy
... It was on to the of dawn I got it that I'm to the hood But I got to do this out
[ 4 ] An O.G. for life, and that's I have to be Just the homies standin front and back of me And you see us don't ask stupid questions Are we gangbangin? You know our profession We're servin suckers techniques and good Big Buds, loose women and times I don't to check a boy in a second He thinks I'm soft because I went and made a record It's that thought 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 in .44s and 12-gauges Some old lay the beat twice as hard And when you see I got 20'000 I came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a
Straight up for the crown thing, uknowmsayin? 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 that's straight up No matter you're from Laws of the Pimpin
Special to the Westside Trizzide Special shout-out to my homies Special shout-out to Hump and crew Special to ATL up with your football game? Tone-Loc 150 yards, know To all the on the Westside