Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
the flavor right there
Sho' you're
Yo, tell em what all about, man
All that thing
How you got it goin and on and on that, huh

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto,
Yet with a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a wild
Not even where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, the bullet
The aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to pull it
Cause in the city you never know can come up
You turn back and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's or be killed
So I sit back and observe goes on
So when a brother feels an to carryin on
I let him know ain't the time and place
But there be a time and place
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you he was grass
And when you wake up, to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

Just a O.G. type
I want you to break it
And tell em the days of young

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't girls
I pimp microphones and worlds
I been a gangsta back in the day
High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days when was called insanes
And I was coolin with my big Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't me
of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street with my sweet girl
Creased Curduroys and up khakis
Back then that was the and it was ice
And gear you saw me in was deadly precise
I ain't never had a on any block
if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a whole lotta
Just his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very well

[ 3 ]
It ain't all about who you're
Gangbangin or how much you're slingin
all about gettin your life established
And when you're like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic women and type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things I see
You're startin to get the picture how they start to me?
You can't compare me to whimps
Cause entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the can come kiss the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

...
It was on to the of dawn
I got it that
I'm to the hood
But
I got to do
this out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's I have to be
Just like the homies front and back of me
And when you see us ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're servin suckers techniques and good
Big Buds, loose women and times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a
He thinks I'm soft just because I went and a record
It's that petty that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was out
I up and I'm known to do it on occasion
And engagin in .44s and
old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got bodyguards
I came to with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

Straight up for the crown
Tribe thing,
No matter who you are or you come from
When push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to out swingin

And straight up real
No matter you're from
of the street
Pimpin

Special shout-out to the Trizzide
shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and
shout-out to ATL
What's up with your football
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't
To all the homies on the