- Pimp C I Know U Strapped 歌詞
- Pimp C
- I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See *******z like to get full of dat *** *** and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a ******g ************ *******
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't ******* *****t *******
And if you don't shut the ******* up, you'll get hit *******
And we 'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some ******* tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a ********* *** niggga check me
And I ain't laugh, ************ *******z don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, * *********** the first day that you met me
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
I told you ***** ** I don't ******* wit no paid route
When I was young that ******* ****** me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But ************ you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe
Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some ******* z drivin' funny in a ************-like Benz
And showin' nothing but that ************ that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said ******* him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
But if that ********* *** gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like ************
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this ************
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See *******z like to get full of dat ****** and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
You *******z week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta *******z all over this ************
So now you *** **** gotta deal with the King hoe
Cause you done call it three times, we just can't let that go
And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma
??? its ******* for life you feel the drama
They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama
You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala
I know ya strapped [screwed & chopped]
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See *******z like to get full of dat ** **** and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
You ain't no gangsta *******
******* ass **** ***
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get yourmind right ************
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass *******z
When you
shoulda known not to ******* with me ************ [screwed & chopped]
I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother *******
All you Tupac-ass wanna-be *******z
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard ****** ******
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
Platinum ************!
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