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Kingpin Skinny Pimp
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Early one Sunday morning
Blunts was on the table
But there wasn't no time to chief
I gotta make some cheese
I gotta commit a robbery
It's full moon, I reach into my drawers and grip my Jason mask
Sweat pouring from my face, damn I need some money bad
Jump into my 5.0, rollin' as I smoke and choke
I'm finna meet this nigga at the boat, where he keep his dope
He think he finna serve me, shit I plan to lay him down
Matter of fact, come to find out
Might have been scopin' him out for a good three years now
So I stay mean, 'cause that green niggas square
Talkin' 'bout we kinfolks but that nigga won't even offer me a slab
Bitch, I got him tied to the fuckin' tree
Soaked him down in gasoline, just in case he don't agree with me
The cheese, I put 'em in a safe spot
I left that bitch in flames, then I ghost with the top dropped
Leavin' no fuckin' evidence, they mad as hell
Knowin' we poppin' like cap in a caramel
That's become a world where we dwell
I'm just a hangin', hustlin' and slangin'
All these shady bitches even though you know we sweet
Sweet stangin'
Don't you know I love sweet stangin'?
Playas done get to the dome, sweet stangin'
Well well well, I'm doin' this right now
Sometimes it seems so funny
But no money gon' turn your body to the ground
Now back up in the hood, it was all safe to hang out
Until them snitchin' police bitches
Started to runnin' they fuckin' mouth
Just to knock some time off they ass, mane that's savage as hell
Now that DEA shit got me locked up in a jail cell
The only niggas that was down with me up in this tank
The almighty God and my muthafuckin' shank
I stayed writin' raps and I stayed on a plan
My object to my strive was to get my ass back in
Many niggas tried me just to see was I a ho
I smacked and shanked and jacked them bitches with a sock and a soap
Worried about my bitch? Hell nah, she ain't at the crib
She can fuck off all she want to, she'll get pimpin' outta here
Now right back up on the streets, I changed my life by goin' to church
Or workin' at
I think to myself, this shit ain't gon' work
'Cause I'm tired of niggas rollin' clean as they serve
I got my gat again, got my mask, get your ass on the curb
Rollin' dip-n-go, 'cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes
Keep that glizzem get you ass, keep that glizzem get you ass
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' go
'Cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' go
'Cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes
Keep that glizzem get you ass, keep that glizzem get you ass
Keep that glizzem get you ass, keep that glizzem get you ass
Aw yeah,, what I'm tryna say mane?
All these fuck-ass niggas, goin' 'round
With that shit mane, know what I'm sayin'?
Robbin' niggas, they ain't robbin' 'bout shit
Some of these niggas robbin' niggas, fuck these niggas
Fuck-ass niggas, them niggas out here, still gon' kill 'em
, You motherfucker
I'ma get your bitch-ass boy, start hangin' motherfucker
I'ma wait 'til I see your piss on this ass bitch every bitch night
The message that I'm tryna get across to you busters
Robbers'll scare the shit out you just like a monster
I was robbed long time ago by this amateur
He laid me under a light pole, he took my shoes and my coat
It was so damn petty, but that damn fool just don't know I know
Who he is, I still see his ass when he chill
Playin' with a playa's life the worst thing you can ever do
You can cut your hair and grow a beard but I'll still notice you
Just a bitch, like a ho, meanin' that's your fuckin' type
If I ever rob a nigga it's gotta be worth his fuckin' life
Fuckin' up my hustle, fuckin' up my game
Come to find out he didn't have bullets in that chrome thang
Jeopardizin' his own life, gangstas don't go out like that
Robbin' with no hollow points like robbin' with a baseball bat
I'll never forget the fuckin' face of a nigga
I stuck up in squashin' the shit like we cool
But I took a few licks in this fool like a mack
I stay strapped just in case I'ma jack, that's the truth
Sweet stangin'
We livin' on time
Sometimes it seems so funny
But no money gon' turn your body to the ground
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