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Ice-T - Pimp Anthem lyrics
Thanks to jostmatt@bluewin.ch for these lyrics. '96 Ah shit Ice-T back Representin, nigga, once again That real shit, nigga I thought you knew, bitch Better recognize [ CHORUS ] Players, check your grip before you get popped Bitches, get my money before you get dropped Gotcha - buggin off the words I say Because this type of pimpin happens every day [ VERSE 1 ] Niggas wanna know my steelo Bitches wanna get with the baddest Hustlin apparatus It's the LA cash flow master-roller No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner She got caught by the curls and the jewels Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools Now she's breakin herself, makin herself Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard.. Every player mentions me The hustler of the century (Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!) I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice Commandin straight pimp tactics None of y'all can match this Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress Really though, recognize the pimp type flow I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod I'm off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas [Name] Full link mink with the matchin borsalino I change cars like you change drawers, bitch I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] My mind's blown off fine champagne So bent on currency, got green in my vein So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker Ice took her, she was too long a looker It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine I been pimpin all my life and I don't mind dyin [ CHORUS ] |
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