I've been sellin' rap tapes since I was 15 I told the Oakland police, too many times I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes I never sell drugs to jeopardize
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride I'm gonna ball,
Dogg + W.C.] I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood
say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the
't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free Word up to my man Bun B, what? It's nothin', I'm from New York
I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a
building, you already know I'm Fresh, brand new Every time, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist, my neck I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm
, I got the shit on lock I ain't all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a goddamn Texan 'Bout time for
work, I got the shit on lock. I aint all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion, I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan. 'Bout time
I miss my nigga, he was down for me That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C" And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train ho's Put 'em on the main
fuckin ya boy world up I'm thowed in the streets I'm thow-thowed in the game I rock-rock bizintine Stay blow-blowed in the brain I'm grippin-grippin on
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm
. Louis [Outro: Flavor Flav] But let tell you a little somethin man I'm tired of all these flatheads and all these coneheads You know what I'm sayin? I
let them off a lot, yeah And I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go Wake up, roll call, another day