Nothin But Pimp Shit Lyrics

Nothin But Pimp Shit lyrics

Droopy Drew Dog)  

 I come down baby walks once again it's on  

 You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song  

 Definition for drama  

 Bout' to play wit'cha mama  

 Never been a sucka nigga  

 Cause it's still on the come up  

 You know a busta get faded  

 (???) would of made it  

 Somewhere down the line  

 You playa hated and traded  

 See I done what I did  

 And if you fell off  

 I do it again  

 Mama's only song I scrapped since the age of ten  

 I had no brothers and sisters  

 I had no father  

 World drama taxed  

 Thought the lord didn't bother  

 To hear me, nigga can you feel me  

 God can you forgive me  

 For all the dirt I'da did  

 (???)  

 I put the (???)  

 Because it's over now  

 Cross me again then it definetly a showdown  

 Jimmy Jex slipping get his crown cracked  

 (???) a bitch  

 But see you made me a tape  

  

 Chorus x2  

 See nothin' but shit up in my blood  

 And plus the drugs up in this thug  

 Indonisia  

  

 (??)  

 I'm a motherfucker hustlin that I'd trap down on  

 Tryin' to come up in this game  

 Whether is right or is wrong  

 My attitude is fucking  

 Bad around town in a bucket  

 I got a job but go quick  

 Cause minimum wage ain't shit  

 Now feel me  

 I think the government is fucking us blind  

 While they gettin' paid  

 Leavin' all the poor folks behind  

 Occupation for money was just a criminal grind  

 You don't gotta be in jail  

 Because your ass doing time  

 I'm black  

 Aggrivated, criminal mind stated  

 Problems with the police  

 They were all (??) related  

 Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic  

 A playa hatas they down to blood bound  

 Can you feel me  

 I'm talking about the real, do you hear me  

 A trick the bitch walk up the same (???)  

 I'm puttin it down on a mic representing self made  

 No shorts or losses  

 But bullets get sprayed  

 I'm not some artificial killer  

 Or some cheap ass thriller  

 But I can chop your head off  

 You get between my scribble  

  

 Chorus x2  

  

 So there you have it  

 Self made playa Droopy Droop motherfucking Dog  

 Puttin' it down for playa village  

 AKA BH motherfucking P  

 Hook my shit with Paul  

 Motherfucking prophet  

 Juicy "J" behind this shit  

 You know what I'm saying  

 Can't stop  

 It's on from hurdle to hurdle two G's bitch  

 Fear this nigga