paroles de chanson Pimp On - Z-RO

Time and time again, I try to cope with being poor
But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your door
My daughter needs Pampers and milk
And my mind is confused on how we gon' survive
So when you me strapped it looking with a bad one
You looking at the face of a desperate man
I'm running and leaving with my .45

But then I fuck around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast
Then I come through the door with a motherfucking 4-4
I want the Rolex watches and cash, and you can call the laws
I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and officers down
Because it's all about the money, ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Yo and I'm keepin' a hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle
Got to be running around in the streets
Got to beat my feet when I steal sweets
On a solo creep, nothing but a thug
Sent a drove to them hoes, never wanted hoes
Got to keep my mind on my money 'cause I gotta dream
While pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper land
Tell me Hilfiger chose those jeans

Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be creaming the fucking, music and deep got to hit the week
Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free
Not the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it

Gotta be true to the game, never new to the game
A nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shame
Creeping your hustle, really means
Mess with the way that you make your change
Got a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through
And hit from the back
Were you thinking you a G, when you fucking that hoe
But I'm leaving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I'm

Ready for the money like a bombs
So I said it be running out that chrome
Niggas be coming to the serve when I slam
But they better be ready to find them another way home
When it should of got dark for the money
Got to take a nigga life in the hustle
Wondering brah, I don't want to make no goddamn headlines
I don't want to do no goddamn fed times

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God
A motherfucker where a nigga don't fight fair
Sticking and moving and bobbing and weaving
I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right there
Selling my drugs and my gorilla thugs
Man it don't stop 'til a nigga get paid

All in my homes what I'm about
Trying to move an album funky like Dre
But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill
And my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peel
Every other motherfucking day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbing

I gotta get the diamonds in the grill, and the creases
And the clothes but the yellow bone hoes
Keep popping me and ain't stopping me
And every day 'cause a nigga be knocking me
But I'ma plant this on a nigga
Even nigga want to try me, fuck around and need me here I be
Nigga where's your Ridgemont ID
Have a motherfucker hollering out why me?

And it's plain to see me losing the game, my life end
Like a nigga been dying faster, feeling the pain
I'm a pistol packing Christian
Living the life of a hustler, really don't give a

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs