All About It
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Now who's sleeping on the midwest, better get your head checked
Niggas gonnna feel this, even all the rednecks
Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
I've been underground damn near 20 years in the mix
I moved down south cuz old man was wild
My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
To take my skills and keep paying the bills
Fuck what you're saying cuz I'm staying real
The young homies keep me on my toes, still got the old flow
Book me in your town and there'll never be a no-show
Kick it down south where they keeping it crunk
Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
You heard about the West Coast, heard about the East Coast
Heard about Miami-base, but what about [?]
Or Kalamazoo, they got MC's too!
If you come around my crew, you gonna have to say a few
Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
You come to me you can play, sing, rap, no doubt
You got to go, what the fuck is this?
Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?
[Chorus -
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so...
[Verse 2 - Pimp C + Too $
(Pimp C):
Bitch it's all about the indo weed and stacking money
In this land of milk and honey, ain't a damn thing funny
Let's put this shit together, Too $hort and Pimp-C
Put niggas on the map from Oakland to P.A.T
(Too $hort):
Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
Support Short records and you can have this
Funk 'till eternity, folks gotta learn to be together
Cuz we all on the same journey
So as I roll, I'ma look out for you
If I see you do it wrong I take my time and show you
How to get it right, make money every night
Gotta use your brain if you wanna win the fight
East coast, West coast, who got the best flow?
Maybe at your next show, niggas oughta test your
Crowd skills, and check your record sales
Then we'll find out how you fake as hell
I said it ain't where you from it's how you do it where you're at
Real players from your town all knew that you was whack
Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
Now why you trying to front so hard?
You from a gangster town but you is a punk ass mark
Respect don't come cuz of where you from
Keep it real in your heart from square one
And all you highly influenced followers, on the wrong path
Spitting game to make the motherfucking song last
It's a shame you can't make no cash
Everytime we roll out we gotta wait on your ass
You're just slow, can't be down with nation wide
Cuz we seriously, trying to get the paper right
Talking bout contracts, cash flow, credit cards, mean cars
Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
Tellin motherfuckers where you getting all that money from
$hort records now you trying to flip 18's
Got what it takes make a hit, make G's!
Riding drop elderado with two carrots in my ear
My baby momma brother put me down with the D
I bought my babe a 'lac and changed my name to Pimp-C
I put the pimping down to the hoes
Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
And all the trill niggas riding trues and vogues
And all the bitch niggas trying to buy these hoes
Got a bitch try to chip me on my cellular phone
Smelling like 64-dollar cologne
Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
But you just showed you ain't no real P.I.M.P
Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
You ain't no goldy motherfucker you was acting
And all that punk shit we could do without it
I'm still down with Master P so bitch I'm 'bout it!
[Verse 4 - Pimp-C+Too $
(Pimp C):
I dip from city to city, squeezing ass and titties
The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
She just wanna kick it with a rap star
The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
ATL, the city of bless
Where hoes like to take big dick in they belly
Got two freaks from Decateur wanna lick our sacks
I tried hit you $hort, man where the fuck was you at?
(Too $hort):
Out in Nashville, Tenessee
Bitches in with me for sure
Sipping on the Remy X ho!
With the hoes, last night I did that
Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
Do some more shit other niggas can't do
Like hooking up this funky ass nation wide crew
We come from everywhere, working under one roof
Come through, front, somebody might stump you
With a rhyme or a boot
What you finna do?
Getting blood all over my nigga's tennish shoe
You better take my advice and get lost fast
Before them boys from Texas, get off in your ass
And it won't be pretty, if my uncle Frank Middy
Come lookin for you, shooting at you, it gets shitty!
But in your mind you rank higher than me
Put your money in the bank then come wire it to me
Cuz I'll flip it, while you trying to buy a new car
Find me in the studio signing new stars
Take a hundred thousand dollars make a quick million
Start from the floor and go straight to the ceiling
You hiding from reality, nigga you is a bitch
Niggas like me get used to getting rich
Signing autographs, taking pictures of my fans
Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
She get a bigger and better deal, fucking with me
I heard $hort dog ran up in your freak!
She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
Jumped on the plane, and flew the bitch to Maui
Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
Popping champagne bottles 'bout to get roasted
Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
Jumped in the jacuzzi ain't wearing no clothes
(Pimp-C spitting game during the last chorus)
Say $hort can I fuck?
Smoke something bitch
Bitch!
Hol' up
Niggas gonnna feel this, even all the rednecks
Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
I've been underground damn near 20 years in the mix
I moved down south cuz old man was wild
My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
To take my skills and keep paying the bills
Fuck what you're saying cuz I'm staying real
The young homies keep me on my toes, still got the old flow
Book me in your town and there'll never be a no-show
Kick it down south where they keeping it crunk
Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
You heard about the West Coast, heard about the East Coast
Heard about Miami-base, but what about [?]
Or Kalamazoo, they got MC's too!
If you come around my crew, you gonna have to say a few
Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
You come to me you can play, sing, rap, no doubt
You got to go, what the fuck is this?
Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?
[Chorus -
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Bitch, I'm so all about it
I just can't live without it
Nigga I'm so...
[Verse 2 - Pimp C + Too $
(Pimp C):
Bitch it's all about the indo weed and stacking money
In this land of milk and honey, ain't a damn thing funny
Let's put this shit together, Too $hort and Pimp-C
Put niggas on the map from Oakland to P.A.T
(Too $hort):
Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
Support Short records and you can have this
Funk 'till eternity, folks gotta learn to be together
Cuz we all on the same journey
So as I roll, I'ma look out for you
If I see you do it wrong I take my time and show you
How to get it right, make money every night
Gotta use your brain if you wanna win the fight
East coast, West coast, who got the best flow?
Maybe at your next show, niggas oughta test your
Crowd skills, and check your record sales
Then we'll find out how you fake as hell
I said it ain't where you from it's how you do it where you're at
Real players from your town all knew that you was whack
Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
Now why you trying to front so hard?
You from a gangster town but you is a punk ass mark
Respect don't come cuz of where you from
Keep it real in your heart from square one
And all you highly influenced followers, on the wrong path
Spitting game to make the motherfucking song last
It's a shame you can't make no cash
Everytime we roll out we gotta wait on your ass
You're just slow, can't be down with nation wide
Cuz we seriously, trying to get the paper right
Talking bout contracts, cash flow, credit cards, mean cars
Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
Tellin motherfuckers where you getting all that money from
$hort records now you trying to flip 18's
Got what it takes make a hit, make G's!
Riding drop elderado with two carrots in my ear
My baby momma brother put me down with the D
I bought my babe a 'lac and changed my name to Pimp-C
I put the pimping down to the hoes
Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
And all the trill niggas riding trues and vogues
And all the bitch niggas trying to buy these hoes
Got a bitch try to chip me on my cellular phone
Smelling like 64-dollar cologne
Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
But you just showed you ain't no real P.I.M.P
Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
You ain't no goldy motherfucker you was acting
And all that punk shit we could do without it
I'm still down with Master P so bitch I'm 'bout it!
[Verse 4 - Pimp-C+Too $
(Pimp C):
I dip from city to city, squeezing ass and titties
The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
She just wanna kick it with a rap star
The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
ATL, the city of bless
Where hoes like to take big dick in they belly
Got two freaks from Decateur wanna lick our sacks
I tried hit you $hort, man where the fuck was you at?
(Too $hort):
Out in Nashville, Tenessee
Bitches in with me for sure
Sipping on the Remy X ho!
With the hoes, last night I did that
Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
Do some more shit other niggas can't do
Like hooking up this funky ass nation wide crew
We come from everywhere, working under one roof
Come through, front, somebody might stump you
With a rhyme or a boot
What you finna do?
Getting blood all over my nigga's tennish shoe
You better take my advice and get lost fast
Before them boys from Texas, get off in your ass
And it won't be pretty, if my uncle Frank Middy
Come lookin for you, shooting at you, it gets shitty!
But in your mind you rank higher than me
Put your money in the bank then come wire it to me
Cuz I'll flip it, while you trying to buy a new car
Find me in the studio signing new stars
Take a hundred thousand dollars make a quick million
Start from the floor and go straight to the ceiling
You hiding from reality, nigga you is a bitch
Niggas like me get used to getting rich
Signing autographs, taking pictures of my fans
Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
She get a bigger and better deal, fucking with me
I heard $hort dog ran up in your freak!
She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
Jumped on the plane, and flew the bitch to Maui
Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
Popping champagne bottles 'bout to get roasted
Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
Jumped in the jacuzzi ain't wearing no clothes
(Pimp-C spitting game during the last chorus)
Say $hort can I fuck?
Smoke something bitch
Bitch!
Hol' up
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.45] Now who's sleeping on the midwest, better get your head checked
[00:26.54] Niggas gonnna feel this, even all the rednecks
[00:29.49] Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
[00:32.04] I've been underground damn near 20 years in the mix
[00:35.41] I moved down south cuz old man was wild
[00:37.99] My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
[00:40.95] To take my skills and keep paying the bills
[00:43.82] Fuck what you're saying cuz I'm staying real
[00:46.22] The young homies keep me on my toes, still got the old flow
[00:49.54] Book me in your town and there'll never be a no-show
[00:52.28] Kick it down south where they keeping it crunk
[00:54.84] Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
[00:57.88] You heard about the West Coast, heard about the East Coast
[01:00.84] Heard about Miami-base, but what about [?]
[01:03.64] Or Kalamazoo, they got MC's too!
[01:06.19] If you come around my crew, you gonna have to say a few
[01:09.19] Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
[01:11.75] You come to me you can play, sing, rap, no doubt
[01:14.54] You got to go, what the fuck is this?
[01:17.01] Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?
[01:19.43] [Chorus -
[01:19.86] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:22.35] I just can't live without it
[01:25.25] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:28.00] I just can't live without it
[01:30.96] Nigga I'm so all about it
[01:33.70] I just can't live without it
[01:36.69] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:39.36] I just can't live without it
[01:41.98] Nigga I'm so...
[01:42.77] [Verse 2 - Pimp C + Too $
[01:43.22] (Pimp C):
[01:43.42] Bitch it's all about the indo weed and stacking money
[01:45.97] In this land of milk and honey, ain't a damn thing funny
[01:48.76] Let's put this shit together, Too $hort and Pimp-C
[01:51.64] Put niggas on the map from Oakland to P.A.T
[01:54.36] (Too $hort):
[01:54.61] Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
[01:57.26] Support Short records and you can have this
[02:00.08] Funk 'till eternity, folks gotta learn to be together
[02:03.46] Cuz we all on the same journey
[02:05.75] So as I roll, I'ma look out for you
[02:08.44] If I see you do it wrong I take my time and show you
[02:11.24] How to get it right, make money every night
[02:14.20] Gotta use your brain if you wanna win the fight
[02:17.19] East coast, West coast, who got the best flow?
[02:19.95] Maybe at your next show, niggas oughta test your
[02:22.79] Crowd skills, and check your record sales
[02:25.43] Then we'll find out how you fake as hell
[02:28.19] I said it ain't where you from it's how you do it where you're at
[02:30.81] Real players from your town all knew that you was whack
[02:33.66] Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
[02:36.46] Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
[02:40.26] Now why you trying to front so hard?
[02:42.12] You from a gangster town but you is a punk ass mark
[02:45.25] Respect don't come cuz of where you from
[02:47.83] Keep it real in your heart from square one
[02:50.62] And all you highly influenced followers, on the wrong path
[02:54.14] Spitting game to make the motherfucking song last
[02:56.80] It's a shame you can't make no cash
[02:59.10] Everytime we roll out we gotta wait on your ass
[03:01.81] You're just slow, can't be down with nation wide
[03:04.82] Cuz we seriously, trying to get the paper right
[03:07.33] Talking bout contracts, cash flow, credit cards, mean cars
[03:10.89] Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
[03:13.68] Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
[03:16.67] Tellin motherfuckers where you getting all that money from
[03:19.45] $hort records now you trying to flip 18's
[03:22.10] Got what it takes make a hit, make G's!
[03:50.23] Riding drop elderado with two carrots in my ear
[03:53.34] My baby momma brother put me down with the D
[03:56.16] I bought my babe a 'lac and changed my name to Pimp-C
[03:59.09] I put the pimping down to the hoes
[04:01.78] Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
[04:04.60] And all the trill niggas riding trues and vogues
[04:07.49] And all the bitch niggas trying to buy these hoes
[04:09.96] Got a bitch try to chip me on my cellular phone
[04:13.14] Smelling like 64-dollar cologne
[04:16.10] Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
[04:18.40] But you just showed you ain't no real P.I.M.P
[04:21.23] Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
[04:24.00] You ain't no goldy motherfucker you was acting
[04:26.96] And all that punk shit we could do without it
[04:29.69] I'm still down with Master P so bitch I'm 'bout it!
[04:32.07] [Verse 4 - Pimp-C+Too $
[04:53.09] (Pimp C):
[04:55.24] I dip from city to city, squeezing ass and titties
[04:58.30] The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
[05:01.22] She just wanna kick it with a rap star
[05:04.19] The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
[05:06.91] ATL, the city of bless
[05:09.52] Where hoes like to take big dick in they belly
[05:12.20] Got two freaks from Decateur wanna lick our sacks
[05:15.43] I tried hit you $hort, man where the fuck was you at?
[05:17.35] (Too $hort):
[05:17.91] Out in Nashville, Tenessee
[05:20.12] Bitches in with me for sure
[05:21.92] Sipping on the Remy X ho!
[05:24.15] With the hoes, last night I did that
[05:26.02] Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
[05:28.86] Do some more shit other niggas can't do
[05:31.70] Like hooking up this funky ass nation wide crew
[05:34.59] We come from everywhere, working under one roof
[05:37.45] Come through, front, somebody might stump you
[05:40.78] With a rhyme or a boot
[05:42.49] What you finna do?
[05:43.55] Getting blood all over my nigga's tennish shoe
[05:46.34] You better take my advice and get lost fast
[05:49.14] Before them boys from Texas, get off in your ass
[05:52.24] And it won't be pretty, if my uncle Frank Middy
[05:54.84] Come lookin for you, shooting at you, it gets shitty!
[05:58.18] But in your mind you rank higher than me
[06:00.84] Put your money in the bank then come wire it to me
[06:03.41] Cuz I'll flip it, while you trying to buy a new car
[06:06.47] Find me in the studio signing new stars
[06:09.02] Take a hundred thousand dollars make a quick million
[06:12.12] Start from the floor and go straight to the ceiling
[06:14.94] You hiding from reality, nigga you is a bitch
[06:17.86] Niggas like me get used to getting rich
[06:20.27] Signing autographs, taking pictures of my fans
[06:23.89] Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
[06:25.88] She get a bigger and better deal, fucking with me
[06:29.12] I heard $hort dog ran up in your freak!
[06:31.52] She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
[06:34.18] Jumped on the plane, and flew the bitch to Maui
[06:37.38] Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
[06:39.80] Popping champagne bottles 'bout to get roasted
[06:42.70] Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
[06:45.46] Jumped in the jacuzzi ain't wearing no clothes
[06:48.63] (Pimp-C spitting game during the last chorus)
[06:49.66] Say $hort can I fuck?
[06:53.82] Smoke something bitch
[07:00.25] Bitch!
[07:04.75] Hol' up
[07:14.58]
[00:26.54] Niggas gonnna feel this, even all the rednecks
[00:29.49] Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
[00:32.04] I've been underground damn near 20 years in the mix
[00:35.41] I moved down south cuz old man was wild
[00:37.99] My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
[00:40.95] To take my skills and keep paying the bills
[00:43.82] Fuck what you're saying cuz I'm staying real
[00:46.22] The young homies keep me on my toes, still got the old flow
[00:49.54] Book me in your town and there'll never be a no-show
[00:52.28] Kick it down south where they keeping it crunk
[00:54.84] Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
[00:57.88] You heard about the West Coast, heard about the East Coast
[01:00.84] Heard about Miami-base, but what about [?]
[01:03.64] Or Kalamazoo, they got MC's too!
[01:06.19] If you come around my crew, you gonna have to say a few
[01:09.19] Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
[01:11.75] You come to me you can play, sing, rap, no doubt
[01:14.54] You got to go, what the fuck is this?
[01:17.01] Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?
[01:19.43] [Chorus -
[01:19.86] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:22.35] I just can't live without it
[01:25.25] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:28.00] I just can't live without it
[01:30.96] Nigga I'm so all about it
[01:33.70] I just can't live without it
[01:36.69] Bitch, I'm so all about it
[01:39.36] I just can't live without it
[01:41.98] Nigga I'm so...
[01:42.77] [Verse 2 - Pimp C + Too $
[01:43.22] (Pimp C):
[01:43.42] Bitch it's all about the indo weed and stacking money
[01:45.97] In this land of milk and honey, ain't a damn thing funny
[01:48.76] Let's put this shit together, Too $hort and Pimp-C
[01:51.64] Put niggas on the map from Oakland to P.A.T
[01:54.36] (Too $hort):
[01:54.61] Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
[01:57.26] Support Short records and you can have this
[02:00.08] Funk 'till eternity, folks gotta learn to be together
[02:03.46] Cuz we all on the same journey
[02:05.75] So as I roll, I'ma look out for you
[02:08.44] If I see you do it wrong I take my time and show you
[02:11.24] How to get it right, make money every night
[02:14.20] Gotta use your brain if you wanna win the fight
[02:17.19] East coast, West coast, who got the best flow?
[02:19.95] Maybe at your next show, niggas oughta test your
[02:22.79] Crowd skills, and check your record sales
[02:25.43] Then we'll find out how you fake as hell
[02:28.19] I said it ain't where you from it's how you do it where you're at
[02:30.81] Real players from your town all knew that you was whack
[02:33.66] Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
[02:36.46] Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
[02:40.26] Now why you trying to front so hard?
[02:42.12] You from a gangster town but you is a punk ass mark
[02:45.25] Respect don't come cuz of where you from
[02:47.83] Keep it real in your heart from square one
[02:50.62] And all you highly influenced followers, on the wrong path
[02:54.14] Spitting game to make the motherfucking song last
[02:56.80] It's a shame you can't make no cash
[02:59.10] Everytime we roll out we gotta wait on your ass
[03:01.81] You're just slow, can't be down with nation wide
[03:04.82] Cuz we seriously, trying to get the paper right
[03:07.33] Talking bout contracts, cash flow, credit cards, mean cars
[03:10.89] Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
[03:13.68] Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
[03:16.67] Tellin motherfuckers where you getting all that money from
[03:19.45] $hort records now you trying to flip 18's
[03:22.10] Got what it takes make a hit, make G's!
[03:50.23] Riding drop elderado with two carrots in my ear
[03:53.34] My baby momma brother put me down with the D
[03:56.16] I bought my babe a 'lac and changed my name to Pimp-C
[03:59.09] I put the pimping down to the hoes
[04:01.78] Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
[04:04.60] And all the trill niggas riding trues and vogues
[04:07.49] And all the bitch niggas trying to buy these hoes
[04:09.96] Got a bitch try to chip me on my cellular phone
[04:13.14] Smelling like 64-dollar cologne
[04:16.10] Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
[04:18.40] But you just showed you ain't no real P.I.M.P
[04:21.23] Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
[04:24.00] You ain't no goldy motherfucker you was acting
[04:26.96] And all that punk shit we could do without it
[04:29.69] I'm still down with Master P so bitch I'm 'bout it!
[04:32.07] [Verse 4 - Pimp-C+Too $
[04:53.09] (Pimp C):
[04:55.24] I dip from city to city, squeezing ass and titties
[04:58.30] The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
[05:01.22] She just wanna kick it with a rap star
[05:04.19] The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
[05:06.91] ATL, the city of bless
[05:09.52] Where hoes like to take big dick in they belly
[05:12.20] Got two freaks from Decateur wanna lick our sacks
[05:15.43] I tried hit you $hort, man where the fuck was you at?
[05:17.35] (Too $hort):
[05:17.91] Out in Nashville, Tenessee
[05:20.12] Bitches in with me for sure
[05:21.92] Sipping on the Remy X ho!
[05:24.15] With the hoes, last night I did that
[05:26.02] Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
[05:28.86] Do some more shit other niggas can't do
[05:31.70] Like hooking up this funky ass nation wide crew
[05:34.59] We come from everywhere, working under one roof
[05:37.45] Come through, front, somebody might stump you
[05:40.78] With a rhyme or a boot
[05:42.49] What you finna do?
[05:43.55] Getting blood all over my nigga's tennish shoe
[05:46.34] You better take my advice and get lost fast
[05:49.14] Before them boys from Texas, get off in your ass
[05:52.24] And it won't be pretty, if my uncle Frank Middy
[05:54.84] Come lookin for you, shooting at you, it gets shitty!
[05:58.18] But in your mind you rank higher than me
[06:00.84] Put your money in the bank then come wire it to me
[06:03.41] Cuz I'll flip it, while you trying to buy a new car
[06:06.47] Find me in the studio signing new stars
[06:09.02] Take a hundred thousand dollars make a quick million
[06:12.12] Start from the floor and go straight to the ceiling
[06:14.94] You hiding from reality, nigga you is a bitch
[06:17.86] Niggas like me get used to getting rich
[06:20.27] Signing autographs, taking pictures of my fans
[06:23.89] Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
[06:25.88] She get a bigger and better deal, fucking with me
[06:29.12] I heard $hort dog ran up in your freak!
[06:31.52] She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
[06:34.18] Jumped on the plane, and flew the bitch to Maui
[06:37.38] Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
[06:39.80] Popping champagne bottles 'bout to get roasted
[06:42.70] Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
[06:45.46] Jumped in the jacuzzi ain't wearing no clothes
[06:48.63] (Pimp-C spitting game during the last chorus)
[06:49.66] Say $hort can I fuck?
[06:53.82] Smoke something bitch
[07:00.25] Bitch!
[07:04.75] Hol' up
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