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Pimp Slappd - текст песни



Pimp Slapp'd


W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick


About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits


And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets


We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg








A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip


I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick


And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless


But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness


Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip


Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip


I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism


Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm


It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck


And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set


Aww nah, Dogg aint this y'all


I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw


This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all


I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs


Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face


And the homie Har'ron rest in peace


Big Jay from Cappinella Park


He used to blaze with his nephew after dark


On and on, rocking big neck bone


Mausberg I had to put you on my song (Texts of songs )


It's so real, I had to show some love


Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood


It's about you bein jealous of what I does


Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast


in the paint playin post - I back you down


like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy


And skirt up, bust ya boulevard


I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+


.. I fucked all your groupies


When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy


With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches


And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches


You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?


Oh I know (bitch!)


But I walk the mainline everytime I go down


You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style


.. I got the word on your Simon


You need to just start rhymin


Cause you the biggest star on your label


And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table


You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop


And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop"


I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit


if you keep talkin shit on Crip!








It all boils down to the fact


that you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)


It all boils down to the fact


that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped)








Money, I get it, paper I got it


Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em








If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous


And I'll be spending money out the anus


Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level


Man you worser than devils


Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em


But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em


This nigga's a bitch like his wife


Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life


And I'ma let the whole world see


Cos you fucked up the industry, and that's on me


We can go head up, nigga, set it up


Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up


Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up


Cos I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt


See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up


He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in


Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business


Do the same way, leave no witnesses


This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected


Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it


It's all to the good again


You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again


Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit


To make the whole world feel it


So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it


Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga











Money, I get it, paper I got it


Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em


Money, I get it, paper I got it





Jealous ass nigga



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