Mc Eiht - Kind Of Pimpish Lyrics
Come on yall, heyAnd this how we gon do itHow you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpishHos get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpishHos get down like you live...Nigga better check yourself before you think about *****in with theseMutha*****as always makin the cheese187s for the triggers we squeezeFool please, like a *****Drop to your kneesBe the bad-ass fool in the gameAll the hos be scream my nameThrowin that ass, its a damn shameMust the gameSo a nigga be bringin the painHosStill stand too tall and never fallinPlayer haters perpetrateStandin too close because we ballinNo competitionBut they wishin they could dodge 5-0Lay back in the cutGet sucked and *****edBy a gang of hoodrat hosThought you knewThe way we bring it to you its on the realFrom the days of wayback packin my strapOn the west side of the hillAlways chill with a gang of hosCluck cluck pesos everydayBe the bomb, show you loveSo all the skirts head my wayP-a-i-d, no t-l-cHell no, we never begTake the dick down your throatDont choke and open up them legsNuff saidPresidents dead cause you knowThat bes the businessGet down like you live cause yall check it, what what is thisHow you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpishHos get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin me now in 97 kind of pimpishHos get down like you live you know the businessHow you likin me now, heyHow you likin me now, uh, geah one twoHow you likin me now, geah, hey, geahI know the storys all the sameBut the names have changed so yall can peeps my missionNigga gone off the weedTryin to feed with speed and take my damn positionGet my buck on, watch a nigga get the ***** onWhile he stabbinIm laughinMy nigga just got his duck onLovin it so it must be right cant be wrongWith a pocket full of stonesRib bones and greenery, thats blownHome grown, watch your toneHomeboy you cant be from round hereWestside bout it bout it, we blowin chronic all yearNo fearFor all the niggas and *****es in short skirtsDont ***** around, represent the town, nobody gon get hurtMore work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin cheese, you know?And yall cant ***** around cause we dodge from 5-0If you knewThen I guess its your time to straight goWhile you layin in the ground, I creep around and ***** your hoI thought you knewAbout this timeWe gotta get moneyI gotta get mineChorus...HeyCome on yallHalf ounce in the house one timeCome on yall, heyX-facts in the house two timesCome on yall, heyHow you likin us now, geah
