ki's (Big Pimp) I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call hey lil fat daddy and I'm still fat now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy I ain't livin
How to walk, how to talk and make believe So follow me Notebook paper makes a dandy stealth fighter And for fast get aways we'll take my radio flyer And there's Indians in the woods
would someday stop and throw us off in anger I guess I didn't think I'd ever see this sitcom dramedy They wrote the script for us already It's not the
beam, man A shot will would put a top back like a sardine can I can't stop won't stop servin' these fiends, man You know what it is hoe they go for 18
fuck around and make a touch down) I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid One false move, I can be destroyed I avoid the cops, I use a
got a man i heard he was a teacher (fuck em) She call me up and i come substitute for ya [come on] Young swagga call papa or a rolling stone I got a
, go head hood rat I can't see where ya any good at Put that trash back on tha rack You a put back a stripper Just like a chicken peckin' wherever wood
I fall Sell you a 80 won't charge you for the straw They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty
cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: khujo You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
at her walk & tell I often fell (God Damn) Bought a fan from hell Ended up smoking bullshit weed through a hole & it L (Yep) U (Yep) N-A-T-I-C That'
a acrobat ten nigga' you can believe that Me and my brother go rock for rock Walk block for block And if we got beef with a nigga' we'll go glock for
a road cause where you drivin is not a lane and rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game, taking over the world no pinky just a lotta Brain He bout
my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body It was a regular day in Southside Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turnin' somebody did somethin' This nigga name
in my stinkin' Lincoln With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a
my stinkin Lincoln With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a
if the other bitch was badder I climb it like a ladder she's feenin like a clucka The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka Cause I blow blueberry
be around I love to watch the English countryside Watch the bird with purple wings Doesn't make a sound He's waiting for the wind to take a ride Ain
all bin on a (?) scrilla Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in Whoopin ass and takin names