Текст песни MC Eiht - Kind of Pimpish
MC Eiht - Kind of Pimpish слова песни
Come on y`all, heyAnd this how we gon` do itHow you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpishHo`s get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpishHo`s get down like you live...Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin` with theseMuthafuckas always makin` the cheese187`s for the triggers we squeezeFool please, like a bitchDrop to your kneesBe the bad-ass fool in the gameAll the ho`s be scream my nameThrowin` that ass, it`s a damn shameMust the gameSo a nigga be bringin` the painHo`s Still stand too tall and never fallin` Player haters perpetrateStandin` too close because we ballin`No competitionBut they wishin` they could dodge 5-0Lay back in the cut Get sucked and fucked By a gang of hoodrat ho`sThought you knew The way we bring it to you it`s on the realFrom the days of wayback packin` my strap On the West Side of the hillAlways chill with a gang of ho`sCluck cluck pesos everydayBe the bomb, show you loveSo all the skirts head my wayP-A-I-D, no T-L-CHell no, we never begTake the dick down your throatDon`t choke and open up them legsNuff saidPresidents dead cause you know That be`s the businessGet down like you live cause y`all check it, what what is thisHow you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpishHo`s get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpishHo`s get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin` me now, heyHow you likin` me now, uh, geah one twoHow you likin` me now, geah, hey, geahI know the story`s all the sameBut the names have changed so y`all can peeps my missionNigga gone off the weedTryin` to feed with speed and take my damn positionGet my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck onWhile he stabbin`I`m laughin`My nigga just got his duck onLovin` it so it must be right can`t be wrongWith a pocket full of stonesRib bones and greenery, that`s blownHome grown, watch your toneHomeboy you can`t be from round hereWestside `bout it `bout it, we blowin` chronic all yearNo fearFor all the niggas and bitches in short skirtsDon`t fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon` get hurtMore work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin` cheese, you know?And y`all can`t fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0If you knewThen I guess its your time to straight goWhile you layin` in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho`I thought you knewAbout this timeWe gotta get moneyI gotta get mineChorus...HeyCome on y`allHalf Ounce in the house one timeCome on y`all, heyX-fact`s in the house two timesCome on y`all, heyHow you likin` us now, geah