Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor there
Sho' right
Yo, tell em it's all about, man
All that thing
How you got it and on and on with that, huh

(Tell em it's 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 knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hard to make you hyper
The rhymes are and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to it
Cause in the city you know what can come up
You turn your and what's up - a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a
Nine out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed
So I sit back and what goes on
So when a brother an oath to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the and place
But will be a time and place
And I'ma his ass..
Throw him so in the ground, boy, you think he was grass
And you wake up, apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

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

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it include girls
I pimp microphones and rock
I been a gangsta since in the day
Junior High School, I it was in '78
Back in the days when locs was called
And I was coolin with my big cousin
then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the with my sweet girl Jackie
Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then that was the and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was precise
I ain't had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get
Roll in my Schwin, up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin?
Wasn't really into a lotta bullshit
doin his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was kinda cool,
why he was very well respected

[ 3 ]
It ain't all who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how much dope you're
It's all about your life established
And when you're livin like Loc, life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my
The exotic women and different type of
The places I travel, the things I see
You're startin to get the picture how they start to me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps
Cause that's entirely a type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my
Not around makin women undress
I am a player, petty surveyor
heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya
So the women can come the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without 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 and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a
He I'm soft just because I went and made a record
It's that petty that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was out
I nutted up and I'm to do it on occasion
And in .44s and 12-gauges
old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got bodyguards
I to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

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

And that's straight up
No where you're from
Laws of the
style

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