Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor there
Sho' you're
Yo, tell em what all about, man
All ballin 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 hood
Not even where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't to pull it
Cause in the city you never know what can up
You turn your back and up - a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a
Nine out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and what goes on
So a brother feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time and
But there will be a time and
And smoke his ass..
him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And you wake up, apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a O.G. brother
I you to break it down
And em about the days of young

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I 'bout, it don't include girls
I microphones and rock worlds
I been a since back in the day
Junior School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days locs was called insanes
And I was coolin my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't me
of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the with my sweet girl Jackie
Creased and starched up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every you saw me in was deadly precise
I never had a problem 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 a Caddy

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
really into a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin his own
get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool,
That's why he was well respected

[ 3 ]
It all about who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope slingin
all about gettin your life established
And you're livin like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and different of backrubs
The places I travel, the that I see
You're startin to get the picture how start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps
Cause entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin makin women undress
I am a player, actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache, cause I use
So the women can come kiss the daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

...
It was on to the of dawn
I got it like
I'm sworn to the
But
I got to do
Check out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and what I have to be
Just the homies standin front and back of me
And when you see us ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're suckers techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose and good times
I don't hesitate to a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft because I went and made a record
It's petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old lay the beat twice as hard
And you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Straight up down for the
thing, uknowmsayin?
No matter who you are or where you from
When they you back to the wall
You got no choice but to come out

And straight up real
No matter where from
of the street
Pimpin

shout-out to the Westside Trizzide
Special to my homies EPMD
shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew
Special to ATL
What's up with your game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, know
To all the on the Westside