wimps, them playa's with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps, i call's Ball, Ball calls the crew, we met up at the Penthouse, and Paris Round 2
the skull to a point And crash the membrane, so you should spark a joint *inhale* there I go and now it's showtime without Kiki shepherd, now the bitch
crew Why trip on a brother that's down with you? And now I understand why you could do so Cause you probably wasn't down from the get-go [VERSE 2] Some
done, they better jump me Me against your crew, now that's a fair fight Me get done one on one? yeah right Come on and face reality I get hype and pull
Cause if you ain't real, I'm bringin it to your face like acne Now rappers run scams and flim-flams On how they be gettin loose when they rusty like a
funkiest, plus the underground favorite That got astoundin rhymes That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines I make your whole platoon nervous Tryin to get live
affect Get in shape with your punk ass crew before you step Booya will do ya and break your fuckin neck Let me tell you one thing before we get neck to
of it Is you wit it? hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby I'll play the daddy and you can play the momma So we can get down on the living room floor
fiends cling to it I didn't mean to do it The music made me do it, it made me loose it Got my mind playin tricks Now my nine can't stop sprayin shit
bruises Summer ninety deuce, prepared to cut loose shit Mom wasn't havin that, fuck bein cool with no discussion, stuck me in a suburb school Now day
guerillas like I hung at a zoo I gotta bitch to pull bitches like she one of the crew Now a buncha broads in the back bustin' it loose Do it free for
is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul
n*ggas who got bullets with names on them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half
part n*ggas who got bullets with names on them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be
bring 'em to the back Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it Spend the lasto (UH, get live, get it poppin) In your pocko (UH, get live, get
your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) (It's the Jump Off) [Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks] Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way Hoppin' in my truck
back so I can see who beepin this Po Pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As the
born in mackin', live it, at times shawty was low in tha 'hood, I was tha mark, and I stunt cuz I smoke 'dro what can you do, I can do it too get loose, pop 1, pop 2