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Текст песни E-40 f James "Stomp Down" Bailey - Grit & Grind

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(talking)Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeahFa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit downWhat is it, check this out[E-40]Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metroPitching the ? and coke that`s what I use to pedalHeavy metal, a j-jack of all traysThen you pimp, that`s a hustler in many waysActing bad in the traffic, the hustler with the packageServing that cha-cha, that yell, they all tragic magicPlastic baggage, jelly jars in microwavesGot to have it, backwoods and purple hayesMess around in my side of town, get clowned downJohn, Jane Doe, lost and foundEverybody know this young player`s about his businessRiches, chickens I pimp, but lickenessMy L.I.P.I folks be digging thisDevon, Pimpy Gear, Max QueezthisGorilla, Scarp Down, no conscienceIn this occupation you can`t be generousMe and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossingNo matter how much it`s costing we do this often cause we(Chorus - 8x)We just some pimps, playasHustlas, gangstas[James "Stomp Down" Bailey]Walk that walk, when you talk that talkGet your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustleHave heart, have money, have muscleMake sure your L-I-P`s be on a rumbleIt`s like A-B-C`s when I spit itDon`t even spot me on the map, 40 did itWhen you dead nigga shitted in they bridgesYou got a house that`s sold out full of bitchesI be the proudest old son of Sick Wid ItKnow I`m coming cause I walk with a limp andStep to the ladder like a playa now I`m pimpingNever gabbles in a hoe and come up with itNavi cars and a home there`s no limitAnd I could rock a Prada suit and I feel itYou know I`m bout to buy a bentley in a minuteFresh off the showroom floor when I spend it(Chorus - 8x)[E-40]H-I double L Side13-24 Magazine where I resigned1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I driveWith the same colored tent as the paint, who that insideAnd hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gunGirl that`s 40 and them they some factors they all oneThem playas got more paper than ?keegles? and than someI always see them at the casino bossing and smabbingSurrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet andSitting at the gambling table just like some veteransTalking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette andHold up, sweet heart, I`m not doneYou know I`m from the Yay where all the game come fromI`m O.G., like the candle light gripI`m company, Too Sheezy and Magic MikeI`m the one that named the burn out sparkiesBack in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinetAnd bags, I know you know, that it`s a droughtReal brothers like me where did they goSomebody tell me where my(Chorus - 8x)

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