Текст песни Closest Thing 2 Pimp-C - Lil' Flip

Everybody screaming dope man, dope man
I got all the coke and, I got all the drugs true
Hey Flip, Houston love you
Back to back then back to back, them platinum plaques keep stacking
Just face the fact you made to match your brand and gain no traction
Don't make my shooters heat ya, cause they would love to meet ya
I drink codeine, not brandy but I used to love Moesha
I'm psychotic, in the gangsta body
I'm a Chucky doll, duck my calls
Then it's fuck em all, where my crystal ball
Big and tall, I'ma hit em all, make em somersault
They running off, I'ma take em all with a major call
Straight wax with his face off, Maybach when I skate off
Stay back or get laid off, all crooked cops get paid off
If you keep a cool head, you can bypass the fuck shit
Don't press your luck bitch, I'm the wrong king to fuck with
D.O.A., first 48, gangland shit
You gon have to guess the magic word, hangman shit
That right

Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C (Hey)
Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C (Hey)
Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C
Besides his wife and Bun, I'm the closest thing to Pimp C
Pocket full of stones, if you don't know it stop listening
Too hard to swallow, if you don't know it stop tripping
What about Big Pimpin', if you don't know it stop listening
Now say smoke something bitch, hurry stop tripping

I'm gripping grain, leaving candy stains on the asphalt
Hey take my phone, I'm tired of talking, I just let the cash talk
Now pinky swear your life to me, then sacrifice your wife to me
Your cousin he a straight rat, but your brother alright with me
I been in the jungle, mixing fatties with the crumble
All y'all dancing ass rappers, making Texas look dumber
If you catch me with my hands on my hip, please slap me
Then make me drink some cyanide, kick me and kidnap me
I'm upholding what Pimp started, I can't stomach this no more
I brought my mob niggas with me, you can't comic this no more
The gig is up, a muddy cup and a grill don't make you trill
I'm King Kong up in here, tomorrow you should write your will
I had a pocket full of stones, then a bag full of bricks
I had to hide my Corvette and my Benz by the bridge
Pawpaw ain't know, I was selling blow
For a bankroll, drank slow
Rest in peace to Pimp C and Bankroll, Street Money

Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C (Hey)
Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C (Hey)
Look I'm the closest thing to Pimp C
Besides his wife and Bun, I'm the closest thing to Pimp C
Pocket full of stones, if you don't know it stop listening
Too hard to swallow, if you don't know it stop tripping
What about Big Pimpin', if you don't know it stop listening
Now say smoke something bitch, hurry stop tripping