Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the right there
you're right
Yo, em what it's all about, man
All ballin thing
How you got it goin and on and on that, huh

(Tell em what all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto,
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a wild
Not even where I spent my childhood
The of panic hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I afraid to pull it
Cause in the you never know what can come up
You turn your and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then left in a stand-still
Nine out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what on
So a brother feels an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the time and
But will be a time and place
And smoke his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a O.G. brother
I want you to break it
And tell em the days of young

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't girls
I pimp microphones and rock
I been a since back in the day
Junior High School, I it was in '78
in the days when locs was called insanes
And I was with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin the pointed of my Stacy's
the street with my sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and up khakis
Back then was the style and it was ice
And every you saw me in was deadly precise
I ain't had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin his own
get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool,
That's why he was very well

[ 3 ]
It ain't all who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope slingin
It's all about gettin your life
And you're livin like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my to my bathtub
The exotic women and type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things I see
You're startin to get the how they start to juice me?
You can't compare me to whimps
that's entirely a different type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around makin undress
I am a player, petty surveyor
Never heard a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

...
It was on to the of dawn
I got it that
I'm sworn to the
But
I got to do
Check out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's I have to be
Just like the homies front and back of me
And when you see us ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know what's our
We're servin suckers techniques and rhymes
Big Buds, women and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a
He thinks I'm just because I went and made a record
that petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
Some old lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000
I came to battle with rhymes, theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

Straight up down for the
Tribe thing,
No matter who you are or you come from
When they push you to the wall
You got no choice but to come out

And that's up real
No matter where from
Laws of the
style

Special shout-out to the Westside
shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and
shout-out to ATL
What's up with your game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't
To all the homies on the