Live From Pimp Palace East Lyrics

Live From Pimp Palace East lyrics

f/ Al-Shide, Huggy







(What's your next assignment?



Crowd control



It means business



but not - repeat - not 



if it means the destruction of the entire city of New York)







(Alright everybody)







[ Huggy ]



No truth, there's only room for ads



Got so many rhymes, need to jot em down on helicopter pads



Pluck silly mortals off of they barstools



( ? ) spot a Benz, left community service in a car pool



Elegant for delf, can't describe my flows



That's why hoes say he's somethin else



(Go on down and tell em) Huggy's rhymes stolen?



That's like seein a blackman in a Klan suit live rollin



Easter suits torn, Indian burns some Newports



You make as much noise as En Vogue without Dawn



Made three rights but still one left from wrong



Frame that ass with heroin and child porn



How it got there, nobody knows



I drink to get out of bed, that's how you know I'm drunk at shows



(Yo Hug, we got space up in here)



That's aight, I'll take the stairs



Come in more colors than ( ? )



In the Bronx Blancino



Upstate white boy showin off my libido



Was here more than Killroy (Killroy)



You wouldn't bring lard to a Save the Whales protest



So don't bring icey rhymes if it's Hug in contest







(Here they are)



(Their names)



(J-Zone)



(Huggy Bear)



(Al-Shid)



(He was gonna whip my ass)



(I'm supposed to be impressed?)



(Put your money where your mouth is)



(Who is this muthafucka?)



(I have someone with me I'd like you ladies and gentlemen to meet)







[ Al-Shid ]



I send ( ? ) to they oblivion



I done won mo' fights with these mics than the Heighs got Dominicans



Y'all niggas take this rap shit loosely



Couldn't touch me even if I snuffed you and afterwards said excuse me (my
bad)



Cause my click spit clips till the delirious



Shit, I menopause you, they overdue when they quit gettin periods



So we can slap box, either pack Glocks, my rap rocks



Either way, y'all don't want it like a bottle of backwash



My whole click is dumbfound, mad deep and none smile



Fuck around, we bring more hard time than Sundow



A bunch of while alcoholics



Keepin niggas on they toes like a bunch of midgets pissin at a toilet



I seen players forfeit when they see Huggy and Shiddy



Cause we don't see eye to eye like Ray Charles and Stevie



Believe me, when I roll your squad's foldin



What I produce'll have niggas sayin "Holy Shit!" like God's
calling







(Now, now, don't let me disrupt things)



(Who the fuck are you?)



(J-Zone, baby)







[ J-Zone ]



J-Zone, I got a up at chasin Napster for checks



Because I'm broker than James Evans with platinum respect



So I'm swingin for the back fences till the downloading stops



And pimp and rap ( ? ) till I'm rich as Gary Coleman's pops



(Yo, kids got dubs of your tapes givin you pounds, man)



Tell em eat a dick until they give a nigga SoundScan



(Haha, aight) But let me flip the subject



To rappers rockin wife beaters and barely weigh a buck wet



Y'all need to eat a steak or something, fuck it, put some weight on



Saw _Menace_ and wanna get your Larenz Tate on



SP's to Cubase to Dr. Rhythm basics



With beats I sell fat cans of botulism cases



Punk, you must be dumb, that's a ass whippin in a can



And rubbers make me numb, so I can never be a Minute Man



Crusin on a date, pumpin Bushwick Bill



And I'm over due for a shape-up but I push dick still



Best producer on the mic? Ah-ah, never claimed it, money



Fuck it, I'ma be him though till someone come and take it from me