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Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - Kind of Pimpish

Come on y`all, hey
And this how we gon` do it

How you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho`s get down like you live you know the business
How you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho`s get down like you live...

Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin` with these
Muthafuckas always makin` the cheese
187`s for the triggers we squeeze
Fool please, like a bitch
Drop to your knees
Be the bad-ass fool in the game
All the ho`s be scream my name
Throwin` that ass, it`s a damn shame
Must the game
So a nigga be bringin` the pain
Ho`s
Still stand too tall and never fallin`
Player haters perpetrate
Standin` too close because we ballin`
No competition
But they wishin` they could dodge 5-0
Lay back in the cut
Get sucked and fucked
By a gang of hoodrat ho`s
Thought you knew
The way we bring it to you it`s on the real
From the days of wayback packin` my strap
On the West Side of the hill
Always chill with a gang of ho`s
Cluck cluck pesos everyday
Be the bomb, show you love
So all the skirts head my way
P-A-I-D, no T-L-C
Hell no, we never beg
Take the dick down your throat
Don`t choke and open up them legs
Nuff said
Presidents dead cause you know
That be`s the business
Get down like you live cause y`all check it, what what is this

How you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho`s get down like you live you know the business
How you likin` me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho`s get down like you live you know the business
How you likin` me now, hey
How you likin` me now, uh, geah one two
How you likin` me now, geah, hey, geah

I know the story`s all the same
But the names have changed so y`all can peeps my mission
Nigga gone off the weed
Tryin` to feed with speed and take my damn position
Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
While he stabbin`
I`m laughin`
My nigga just got his duck on
Lovin` it so it must be right can`t be wrong
With a pocket full of stones
Rib bones and greenery, that`s blown
Home grown, watch your tone
Homeboy you can`t be from round here
Westside `bout it `bout it, we blowin` chronic all year
No fear
For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
Don`t fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon` get hurt
More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin` cheese, you know?
And y`all can`t fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
If you knew
Then I guess its your time to straight go
While you layin` in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho`
I thought you knew
About this time
We gotta get money
I gotta get mine

Chorus...

Hey
Come on y`all
Half Ounce in the house one time
Come on y`all, hey
X-fact`s in the house two times
Come on y`all, hey
How you likin` us now, geah

 

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