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Текст песни Tone-Loc - Pimp Without a Caddy

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Hit meAaaaah yeeeaahThat`s the flavor right thereSho` you`re rightYo, tell em what it`s all about, manAll that ballin thingHow you got it goin and on and on with that, huh(Tell em what it`s all about)[ VERSE 1 ]I`m a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, thoughYet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoeSome say that I grew up in a wild hoodNot even knowin where I spent my childhoodThe voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyperThe rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniperOut the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bulletThe trigger`s aimin, yo, I ain`t afraid to pull itCause in the city you never know what can come upYou turn your back and what`s up - a sucker runs upAnd then you`re left in a stand-stillNine times out of ten, yo, it`s kill or be killedSo I sit back and observe what goes onSo when a brother feels an oath to carryin onI let him know this ain`t the time and placeBut there will be a time and placeAnd I`ma smoke his ass..Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grassAnd when you wake up, apologize to your daddyO.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a CaddyYouknowmsayin?Just a O.G. type brotherI want you to break it downAnd tell em about the days of young[ VERSE 2 ]Now the pimpin I talkin `bout, it don`t include girlsI pimp microphones and rock worldsI been a gangsta since back in the dayJunior High School, I think it was in `78Back in the days when locs was called insanesAnd I was coolin with my big cousin NobrainBack then, you know a sucker wouldn`t face meScared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy`sStrollin the street with my sweet girl JackieCreased Curduroys and starched up khakisBack then that was the style and it was iceAnd every gear you saw me in was deadly preciseI ain`t never had a problem on any blockCause if I did, sho` I cut him and get sockedRoll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattieYoung Loc, boy, a pimp without a CaddyUknowmsayin?Just a little bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?Wasn`t really into a whole lotta bullshitJust doin his own thingStraight get his scrap onBut it was kinda cool, uknowmsayinThat`s why he was very well respected[ VERSE 3 ]It ain`t all about who you`re banginGangbangin or how much dope you`re slinginIt`s all about gettin your life establishedAnd when you`re livin like Loc, your life is lavishEverything, from my living to my bathtubThe exotic women and different type of backrubsThe places I travel, the things that I seeYou`re startin to get the picture how they start to juice me?You can`t compare me to wanna-pimps whimpsCause that`s entirely a different type of pimpLongevity is the key to my successNot rollin around makin women undressI am a player, petty actions surveyorNever heard about a headache, cause I use VayaSo the women can come kiss the sugar daddyO.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a CaddyUknowmsayin?...It was on to the break of dawnI got it like thatI`m sworn to the hoodBut checkI got things to doCheck this out[ VERSE 4 ]An O.G. for life, and that`s what I have to beJust like the homies standin front and back of meAnd when you see us don`t ask stupid questionsAre we gangbangin? You know what`s our professionWe`re servin suckers techniques and good rhymesBig Buds, loose women and good timesI don`t hesitate to check a boy in a secondHe thinks I`m soft just because I went and made a recordIt`s that petty thought that got him all smoked outBy a brother named Tone who was loc`ed outI nutted up and I`m known to do it on occasionAnd engagin in .44s and 12-gaugesSome old suckers lay the beat twice as hardAnd when you see I got 20`000 bodyguardsI came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabbyO.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a CaddyUknowmsayin?Straight up down for the crownTribe thing, uknowmsayin?No matter who you are or where you come fromWhen they push you back to the wallYou got no choice but to come out swinginUknowmsayinAnd that`s straight up realNo matter where you`re fromLaws of the streetPimpin styleSpecial shout-out to the Westside TrizzideSpecial shout-out to my homies EPMDSpecial shout-out to Humpy Hump and crewSpecial shout-out to ATLWhat`s up with your football game?Tone-Loc 150 yards, don`t knowTo all the homies on the Westside

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