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Текст песни Z-Ro - Pimp On

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[Z-Ro]Time and time again, I try to cope with being poorBut I had to say just what I feel, so now I`m kicking in your doorMy daughter needs pampers and milk And my mind is confused on how we gone surviveSo when you me strapped it looking with a bad oneYou looking at the face of a desperate man I`m bringing the pain out with 45But then I, fuck around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blastThen I come through the door with a motherfucking 4-4I want the Rolex watches and cash, and you can call the lawsI got another clip in my drawers, there`ll be screaming and officers downBecause it`s all about the money ain`t a damn thing funnyWhat you got I`ma have out town, `fore they put my ass in the ground(Chorus - 2x)Gotta get my pimp on, pimp onWhen a nigga be hustling on them cornersGotta get my pimp on, pimp onWhen a nigga be moving marijuanaGotta get my pimp on, pimp onBetter watch your back when it get madGotta get my pimp on, pimp onEverything in front of me`s up for grabs[Z-Ro]Hell of a hustler, got to work my musclegot to be wondering around, in the streetsGot to feet my feet, when I steel sweetson a solo creep, nothing but a thugShould of drove to them hoes, never wanted hoesGot to keep my mind on my money, cause I got a dreamWhile pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper landTell me if Hilfiger chose those jeansGot a crease, and it never ceased to amaze meBy the individual hustle, that`d pay meWhen I got to provide for my baby, and maybeI be creaming the fucking, music and deep got to hit the weekGot to get a fat pocket, on a get it out freeNot the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can`t stop itGot to be true to the game, never new to the gameA nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shameCreeping your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your changeGot a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through, and hit from the backWere you thinking you a g, when you fucking that hoe But I`m laving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I`mReady for the money like a bombs, so I said it be running out that chromeNiggas be coming to the serve when I slamBut they better be ready, to find them another way homeWhen it should of got dark, for the moneyGot to take a nigga life in the hustleWondering brah, I don`t want to make no god damn headlinesI don`t want to do, no god damn fed times(Chorus - 2x)[Z-Ro]Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God A motherfucker where a nigga don`t fight fareSticking and moving and bobbing and weavingI`m lowered to a gauge, hold it right thereSelling my drugs and my gorilla thugs, man it don`t stop till a nigga get paidAll in my homes what I`m about, trying to move an album funky like DreBut I`m everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone billAnd my light bill, and my water bill, and I can`t spill and my people peelEvery other motherfucking day it`s a sequel heal, but I keep on climbingI gotta get the diamonds in the grill, and the creasesAnd the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep popping me and ain`t stopping meAnd everyday cause a nigga be knocking me, but I`ma plant this on a niggaEven nigga want to try me, fuck around and need me here I beNigga where`s your Ridgemont i.d., have a motherfucker hollering out why meAnd it`s plain to see me losing the game, my life endLike a nigga been dying faster, feeling the painI`m a pistol packing ChristianLiving the life of a hustler really don`t give a...(Chorus - 2x)

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