Bishop Lamont - Shake That ***** Skit / Dilated Pimpin Lyrics
Yo all I’m sayin’ is I would’ve headbut that ***** tooThat ***** Evelyn, I’m talking mouth from uhNah nigga, the basketball wife’s *****I don’t watch that shit man, come onNigga she made Chad lose all his shitI shake a *****, but a ***** like that..I kick that ***** and I’m throughI’ve seen you shake a *****Yo all I’m sayin’ is..I’m not wrapping my brain with it, I’m done *****ing with itYo listen to me who is this nigga man?Man yo Hare Krishna, ***** off niggaJust came up on these Ritz CrackersLet’s go to the food court niggaI’m hungry – here, take a cracker broI’ll ***** a cracker niggaI don’t want no *****in’ crackerI need some chitlins niggaI stole these from a babyYo the ***** going on man?We’re gonna be here until probably 7 tomorrow morning broYou know, right?Let’s go over to the bar and get a drink niggaWe’re stuck here for like 24h dogWhat the ***** are we gonna do?Now listen to part 1-06Alright well I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat broWhere hiphop dies***** you very muchOh shit yoI ain’t heard this shit in a minuteThis the shit like the Dilated Pimpin------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We make good on bomb threatsBandanas wrapped around our face and neckDitted in camouflage like a Vietnam vetFrom the Lakers to the Pistons, rockers on deckLions Tigers Dodgers, and Angels the best swingsBuffalo ain’t the only place known for red wingsWe brall over the ice and even the ref swingsI ain’t just talkin’ hockey, LA is just kingsI make gants with Cali kush and twistI spit crack, pick out how I cook the fitsWhat side, what block, what hood you withIt’s Cal Troy, I just gotta push the mixYou no dilated, we blaze rules of plenty heatExpansion sound, we make moves that many eatJ Deala forever, that’s true for any beatLike the tat on hex murda’s arm proof infinityI pay tax, better act like you know meLA still shootin back at Axel phonyI ain’t victimating it Mrs. Beverly HillsBlack milk and bishop, that’s the homieDilated and my dog diverseWhat a perfect word, watch out, here go the evidenceThis ain’t perfect world, we still getting itAnd I’m still keeping it church and ain’t weaponlessUnderground with a platinum resumeThe best to not blow, the world ain’t heard of me yetSome call in advance, I never call them backBut he’s a legend like Nino and new JackWord to Motor CityMy co-workers gonna co-sign with me til we takin’ the globeThe world is mine, arms on the top of my tupBuilt in the floor chip, got it natural
