Keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky All of my, people, keep it, goin' You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it
I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach? I suggest y'all run from it And the click-click from the Calico, I gotta go Make it, pimp
cinncinati thats green point menace with a mean joint sac town nap town the lou got some mean joints we arangatang it durange bang it im strangly ganged like pac im gang
fuck we do] What it takes to make this cream Things I'm makin wit my team So simple as it seems [Rell talking] Uhh thats gangsta for ya gangsta for ya
to say ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga ain't nothin' to it Gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal ain
quick to do it umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it
it's da it's the eerrie pimp eerrie pimp eerrie pimp eerrie pimp eerrie pimp and gangsta! eerie gang eerie gang eerie gang eerie gang pimp and gangsta
m asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to die (Gangsta) It's been a struggle everyday just trying to fight to survive It's like the Gump
take it to a different type of level that it pops Know the Dogg keep the hip rocks, steady banging Hoes steady sang in from the gang that we claiming Yo, it
when you take it to a different type of level that it pops Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin Yo, it
challengin', guns, never silence, I'm still wildin' Like Allen and Mister Jeru, well it's mob, all that deep shit You can keep it, fuck frontin', I ain
Please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go And I'm a hustler, a hustler (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm
hoes I know they already know Yeah, we like it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing It ain't nothing
in a rat trap Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed south Woodgrain, pure grain, hold it in and let it
to do it, umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin' in California Doin' it big
motorola portable Keepin' it key low pro flow In the studio Part time jiggalo Rock a show to make some dough Lord Infamous Mafios a gangsta pimp
the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat Daily sounds banging loud like a symphony You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me I'ma keep it