King Arut
King Arut - A Real Pimp songtekst
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A Real Pimp (U-Huh) Let Me Give Ya A Description... The clock is tickin The cops is sittin waitin on me to pop the ribbon so I can get locked in prison But I forgive em They don't know I got the bishop Givin me a future face they cannot prevent it Skys the limit, I travel but I tries to pivot Look in my eyes and combine the spirits Time'll end it If it's not a coupla g's it's dimes and pennies If I don't break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished I'm climbin in it but I could fall down the chimney A hound is in me so don't come around or near me You clowns is really fuckin up Ya bound to get it I sit a barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty Fought my ticket now I'm a skip town and kick it Dress code just some khaki brown lil Dickies Got them pounds and chickens stuffed and coffee grounds in visions pimps A Real Pimp got ya back til da end (yep) unlike dese otha niggas Dey gon jus roll like da wind (u-huh) if ya aint got it By now ya jus aint gon get it (here me cuz) I be all ova da bread like sesame seeds dis shit I'm ova better dan da fuckin sesame streets (u-huh) And I be all ova dis beat like a dog with fleas Yes it's I-uh, chucky I am fly-uh Call me the fresh prince but to u hatas call me sior Wait a minute let me put some pimpin in it Shawty don't be playin ya ain't heard I was the maaaan Shawty please he ain't got nothin on me Cause I'm a young hard driver and a 4 mans dream I'm bout ma cream and I stay super clean from ma shoulders, chest, pant, shoes You wanna win put ya bets up I'm like a wrestla cuz homie when A Real Pimp got ya back you can rest up I ain't that cold I'm 11 yeas old Ma pants stay saggin cus ma pockets on swoll Ma mad ma pockets on lean I stay super clean I'm hot, I'm fresh Go head and call me crispy cream Ma flow so mean ma mad ma flow so cold Hold up a-a chu ice cubes fall out ma nose When I step up in the buidin all my Pimps got my back Cuz da way we got here is cuz we stole a cadilac Why my pimps behind my back is cuz nigga mess wit us We gon have a lil talk together (u-huh) *Yeah, when I rap, my nigga it's so easy, That girl's so thick, she remind me of suzy, I'm cool but heated like a jacuzzi, I'm the size of a mountain so bitch you can't move me, Look homie, you not even on my level, When it comes to battle MC son I kill several, I get more blow then a tea kettle Tell your girl come suck my dick and then we settle, Hey I'm Just Trynna Talk To You If I Could Talk To You Den I Would Talk Forever And A Day Yes I Remember So Vividly How We Would Be When We Lay And My Then Blue Skies Were No Longer Gray She So Brightened Up My Day Put It On A Scripture She Would Be A Picture If Perfect Had A Face I Promise You Homie Dat U Would Be Hungry Like Me If You Had A Taste I Put It On My Momma Cus Baby Girl Is A Flower A Flower Without A Vase No Water Needed At All She Continues To Grow More Beautiful Everyday And I Love Her Somethin Vicious And I'm Just Wishin We Could Okay I'm lookin for a redbone And when I get her I'm goin Tap it like a fed phone And shawty talk about her man She said tired of him I said well baby I'm gonna have you Tryin to hide from him And if it's king Then the women want to lie to him And I'm gon give it to him Mama said give it to him So I'm gon give it to her Just the way she want it I said girl I'm tryin to put my name on it I'm tryin to own it Welcome to my ranch and I'm gon act a donkey From the mornin till the night Till the mornin And if you back it up Then I'm gon jump on it She Got Her Bags By The Door Nob Ok Be Cool Wait Baby Slow Down Don't Walk Out Of That Door Ooooh I Dun Made Her Past Mad Now Her Tears Fallin From Her Pourin On The Ground I Aint Never Seen Her Like This Before... No Now I'm Feel Like I'm Fallin No One Here To Save Me I don't Wanna Die Alone I don't Wanna Live Alone Hang Into This Shyt Together We Gon Leave This Shyt Together Baby Leave This Shyt Together! But I'm Sorry I Fucked Up! Ahh Yah I Fucked Up (Yah I Fucked Up) Yea I Kno I Fucked And Now She Gone And that's Fucked Up Welcome to hell I let em burn Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back Hand gun they don't want no hand gun Tote a shotty with a bass drum Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come We die rich & young We die handsome and Me I never ran from another man son I take a lot a shots bitch nigga and one So throw away them glocks I hope they prayin for ya You hear that chop now you sayin somethin Naw bitch you can't tell me nun Cuz when yo otha Pimps come back And neva say hey mac say who da hell is mac nigga I'm not yo muthafuckin mac bitch (u-huh) R.U.T.L.E.D.G.E I Spit Movies Like V.C.R. I Spit Rymes Like A Te-Ke Bar And If I Got Beef I am Tha Meet Clevor And I Are The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For And I Ride Four Hollygrove 1-Seven Eagle Street And I'm Higher Than An Eagles Beak But I Beleive In Me Applistic Crossreet I am Just An Off-Spring Born In Tha Ghetto That's Why I Can't Let Go One Call Will Have My Dogs On You Like An Echo Baby I am Tha Real Deal No Picole (Uh) Spit Cical Cell Physco I Go Off Like A Motha Fuckin Rifle And I From Tha Underground Baby Like A Pipe Hole I Will Stand Tall Like White Poles Until The Light Blows and when dat otha Pimp turn dey back Nigga don't fight jus move