Текст песни Kingpin Skinny Pimp f 211 - Tha Classic
Kingpin Skinny Pimp f 211 - Tha Classic слова песни
[Skinny Pimp]Get that money mane if you true to the gameBrothers coming up mane street thugs never changeStraight out the projects now we cashing fat checksPimp came a long way from slangin out the duplexNow I`m on BET with A.J. and FreeBringin out my new release it`s a classic to the streetsStill hard never flauge all in NYC like the mobWhen I do my job pulling up in them fancy carsThis is for my gangstas ballin in them Cadillac trucksMoving weight state to state telling me come the sets fullNow we in the bigger biz still taking care of the kidsStill taking care of the fam still hitting big licksAnybody cross us y`all gotta dieUnderstand this we ain`t letting nothing slideWe Mafia so never forget and respect thatThis is the business this is Tha Classic[Chorus 2X: 211]Why don`t you come to my ghetto hood watch me come upOn the video scene riding clean we blowed upThe Kings of the south got it all sewed upTha Classic this is the classic[Skinny Pimp]Hard times hard years and hard peers I done been thru itThis time no sad faces cuz we gotta do itGet rich or die trying this is for my ghetto momsMothers in the ghetto this is coming from your sonThe dope game show me the rap game owe meNow everybody in the world finna feel meThe IC triple P International Cross countryProfessional Paid Pimp bringing it back to the streetsNever will I sell my sold for a pot of goldI will kill these folks before I let them do me coldI`m the chosen one and I keep God first in my lifeEven when I`m strapped up riding in the silent nightI keep it true like my kinfolk Lucky LouIf he don`t get you Big Hill gonna get youSo when it`s time to ride we gon keep it real quietAnd when you gotta die you can`t blame my guys[Chorus][Skinny Pimp]Why don`t you take a trip to Memphis that`s where all the pimps atMaury suits and Gator boots fine women and our stripsWe full of pure passion leaders or fashionPimping and macking big bank we stacking24 inch big wheelers car dealers drug dealersBig gun shooters and we grid up like P-MillerWe got the money and powerthe good and the Johnson to Johnson we self-rising like flour[211]Why don`t you come to my ghetto hood watch me come upOn the video scene riding clean we blowed upThe kings of the south got it all sewed upPlenty of pimping in the big body of grown rode upThe flicker of the diamonds all around the wrist is shiningPure pure rubian flex sipping wine andBag them loot bundles of cash in the plasticThis is the classic COME![Chorus]