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Pimps Hustlas
E‐40
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Yeah, pimps up, hoes down
Yeah, hustlers, players, gangsters
Yeah, for Shigga Dot
Click shit dot
What is it?
Cut the beat, check it out, yeah
Raised in the heart of the ghetto
Ditchin' and dodgin' the metro
Pitchin' the broccoli and coca, that's what I used to peddle
Heavy metal, a jack of all trades
Teenage pimp, that's a hustler in many ways
Actin' bad in the trap, the hustler with the package
Servin' that cha-cha, that girl that throw a tragic magic
Plastic baggin', jelly jars and microwave
Gotta have it, Backwoods and purple haze
Mess around in my side of town, get plowed down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Rich chickens, I pimp polygamists
My L-I-P-I folks be diggin' this
Divine, pimpin' Kia, max squeeze this
Gorilla, stomp down, no conscience
In this occupation, you can't be generous
Me and my fellas be bossin', pimpin' and panderin', flossin'
No matter how much it's costin', we do this often
'Cause we pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We just walk that walk when you talk that talk
It's a thriller
Be a pimp about it when you're on your hustle
So have heart, have money, have muscle
Make sure your LRPs be on the rumble
It's like ABCs when I spit it
The reason I be on the map, 40 did it
When he did it, niggas shitted in they britches
He's havin' concerts sold out full of bitches
I be the prodigal son of sick with it
Ladies love me 'cause I walk with a limpin'
Stepped up the ladder like a player, now I'm pimpin'
Dip a double cent a ho and come up with it
Now my cars and the homes are no limit
And I can rock a Prada suit and not feel it
Know I'm 'bout to buy a Bentley in a minute
Fresh off the showroom floor when I spin it
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
H-I-double L-side
1324 Magazine where I reside
197 Oldsmobile Cadillacs is what I drive
With the same color tint as the paint, who that inside?
And hidin' behind that cloud of smoke, wavin' they guns
Girl, that's 40 and them, they some factors, they on one
Your players got more paper than Kingles and then some
I always see 'em at the casino bossin' and smilin'
Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placin' they bettin'
Sittin' at the gamblin' table just like some veterans
Talkin' to they fans, drinkin' Percocet and plan on actin'
How dumb, sweetheart, I'm not dumb
You know I'm from the A where all the game come from
I'm OG like a candlelight
Grew up on Calvin Tate, Too $hort and Magic Mike
I'm the one that named 'em Burnout Sparkies
Back in the days when everybody was havin'
It in they cabinet and baggin' it up
I know you know that it's a drought of real brothers like me
Where did they go? Somebody tell me where my
Pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just some pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters
We're just pimps, players, hustlers, gangsters