When I step on the scene Ya'll know me, cause I walk with a limp Like a old school pimp o real o g I'm rocking vans (vans) I'm in the sand (sand) Ive
Aye you know I'm looking for a five star b*tch talkin bout. Im talking bout holmes gotta look like he just stepped out a magazine homie. I'm talkin bout
Verse 1: Yes Estelle here like you never ever seen before Oh it?s real believe I always leave you wanting more No, it?s really not a game you think I?
Chorus I got what you want (got what i want) I got what you need (got what i need) Im gon back it up (gon back it up) Just like a freak (just like a
Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent
[Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling
It's crazy but I'm frightened By the sound of the telephone, oh yeah I'm worried that the caller Might have awful news, oh my Who knows these days where
(Yeah for your nation... for your nation...) Verse One: A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube Step to Com wit a feud Now what the fuck I look
[Intro:] Bitch please, you ain't never met a nigga like me. Stop lyin bitch please, bitch please, and ya nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please
[50 Cent talking to girl] No I aint signing shit [Girl] Nigga you think you all that, you a grimy nigga [50 Cent] Yea Yea [Chorus- 50 Cent (girl
[Intro] How you doin'? We need to talk There's been something on my mind For a little while now Can ya dig it? Well, I'ma get right on down to the point
Gotta leave town Got another appointment Spent all my rent Girl you know I enjoyed it, yeah Ain't gonna hang around Till there's nobody dancing I don
Whassup baby? Damn like that? Can't even speak? I ain't tryin? to fuck, just tryin? to holla, say whassup Let me ask you somethin?, baby Is that a wig
One thing's for sure You will get called a b***, b*** So motherf*** fast, b*** $hort Dog's in the house, b*** What's up, b***? You the cut up, b*** F
Pimp niggas don't pay a dime I'm fuckin' 2 bitches at the same time Then I hit the studio and write a rhyme I call it, tramp hoes ain't hard to find
It's been a long time kickin' it and everybody knows this Oak town still in the house, so, I suppose it's Time for some more shit, so, yo, peep the flow
"Something like this" "Pimpin ain't.. pimpin ain't dead.." - repeat 2X {*background scratch: "Hard on a bitch"*} [Too $hort] I'm so hard on a bitch nigga