Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the
We go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head a brick
And because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so it on the loc'ness

Now this is how we do it we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so even trip
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a
So check it as I kick off in this ass rhythm

It's six dub, the is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies talking I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg ain't y'all
I got relatives up off of Crenshaw

is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for a bunch of B-Dogs
K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie rest in peace

Big Jay from Park
He used to blaze his nephew after dark
On and on, big neck bone
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

It's so real, I had to show some
Now back to this
It ain't about or Blood
It's about you bein' jealous of I does

I does it the most
The king of the in the paint playin' post
I back you down like
And on ya out the new Caddy

And skirt up, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you pull my hoe card
I fucked all groupies
When you was doin' time in Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers just
And you was payin' off with all my riches
You so hardco', why you ain't go to fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I walk the everytime I go down
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the word on your
You need to just start

'Cos you the biggest star on label
And other niggaz just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the that I drop
And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' shit and I will end yo'
If you keep shit on Crip

It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and be famous
And be spending money out the anus
Your gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you worser than

Alotta niggas should've said it, 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

And I'ma let the whole see
'Cos you up the industry, and that's on me
We can go up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the thing, I love to wet it up

You rappers and artists, tell 'em, it up
I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows up
He better it crippin', and slip his clip in

'Cos niggas trippin', this is official business
Do the same way, no witnesses
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, and protected
Strip you naked, chicky, check, check it

It's all to the good
You can catch Dibby Double in the hood again
Spinning real times, spitting that real shit
To make the world feel it
So put the in the skillet, and try to peel it
'Cos Doggystyle is the realest, nigga

It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga