- Pimp C IMA hustler 歌詞
- Pimp C
- I stay paid and,
I like blades
Old shcool cars and, lovin
Maze Ive got hoes (Ive got hoes)
I can show
Gettin money a-, ridin
Rolls (ridin Rolls)
Keep my grind
I dont, waste my time
Comin up, gettin down for mines
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to have it
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to grab it, ahhh [Pimp C]
Deep up in the game, aint no stoppin
I get my money like
Johnny Guitar
Watson Pimpin them hoes and put the ***** on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy
Ike Turner
You gotta know its bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it,
Im in the
Caddy I got a yellow-ass ho thatll suck you up
Thatll blow in yo butt aint scared to ****
And shell bend over, take it like a
G Because you know the ***** down with
Pimp C I switched my name, to
Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin to pull down my ****in zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin life in the fed [Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)]
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to have it
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to grab it, ahhh (See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav, you already know Im cookin in the lab) (See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav, you already know Im cookin in the lab) [Pimp C]
When I was young, alls
I wanted was a llac
I used to think them ****** fiends that was blowin on the **** sack
Cause all
I did was cut up cheese
And sell ** ** and come through with the thang with ease
I used to have, a .25 pistol
But now I got some **** that shoot like a missile
I tuck a A
K , HK too *****
I eat you up
I aint goin for that ho ****
Them other ****** playin games in the streets
You think its bout bein lame and makin lame beats
We aint bout you and them ***** ******
Cause **** boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich?
But you a *****
You see me in the club check my pitch
Im down with
J. Prince *****, and you know that
When we come through splittin big ****** hats [Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)]
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to have it
Im a hustler baby, and
I gots to grab it, ahhh (Im whippin in the Nav, comin on the slab, you already know Im cookin in the lab) (Im whippin in the Nav, comin on the slab, you already know Im cookin in the lab ) [Pimp C]
Twenty-fo
Im a country star, in a country car
Got a country-ass *****, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain
Sweet Jones *****,
Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that ****
Im talkin bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo ***** ass
So when you see me in the city recognize
Im already paid
When you see me choppin on blades, {?} *****
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on em
Representin that side,
P.A. to B-zay
And aint no thang to beat a *****-ass *****
Aint no Blood and no
Crip, ****-ass *****
Im [?] I told ya, ***** [ad libs to fade]
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