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  • 作曲 : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson ...
    [Pimp C] Pimp
    C ************! So what the ******* is up?
    Step wrong ******* and
    I'll take ya ****** nuts!
    Got mo' **** than a pharmacy ho
    Got a job for the city ************
    I'm shovelin snow
    South Texas mother******* that's where
    I stay Gettin ************ from these ******* every god damn day
    Kick it with a trill ******* so you best not trip
    Bought the
    Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to
    Ganksta Nip
    Southern weight, get it straight, ******* them 20's and 10's
    On the low my ****** momma knows some ?
    Mother******* either down or the mother******* ain't
    And if ya ************-ass ain't, then ya ************ is in the paint
    If ya gal look fine you better hide the ************
    Cause if I find her
    I'ma ****** make her suck my ************
    That **** for your momma and your sister too
    And if I'm locked down then tell that ************t might go for you
    Don't try to get no false nuts,
    I take 'em sucker
    ****** 'round with
    C you'll be a dead mother*******
    ******* only 17 but
    I'm runnin the show
    Sellin **** from
    Louisiana down to
    El Segundo, ha!
    I think it's only fair that
    I should knock on wood
    Cause my ************ is on the street, ************ sell real good
    And all my ho know not to trip, ************ ******* petty
    I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya ****** titty
    Hoe *******z forty-five tryin to, get with me
    Sellin fifty dollar slabs as
    I'm slangin them ki's
    If you need to get some powder
    I'm fully supplied
    I got the, ******* in the back of the ride, mother*******! [Chorus x8: w/ variations]
    ******* in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, mother*******!) [Bun B]
    Yeah it's
    Bun B ************, and
    I'm the king of the [?] trade
    Pockets fat as ******* from all the ducats the brother made
    Hoes like to jock, but see
    I try to contain 'em
    They droppin them drawers because
    I move they ******* in
    But I just laugh, cause ************ games be triflin
    The legs get spread,
    I cut that ass like a knife then bust a nut on her stomach, wash my ************ in the sink
    And buy a 40 at the store, from the god damn *******
    **** games keep ya
    SICK, just like a disease
    Movin ki's makin
    G's, hoes drop to they knees
    Little kids on the corner, steady grabbin they nuts sayin, "I wish I was Bun when I grow the ******* up"
    Baby blue
    Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
    Khaki pants, black sweater with the
    U.G.K. brim
    Black gat fully loaded ******* come with respect
    Step up the wrong way
    I'll break yo' god damn neck
    Big ************ in my drawers, the *******z from down
    South Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!
    Think I'm playin ************ try me, it ain't no thang
    Put them hands up ************, and kiss this god damn ring
    Cause I move tons of ****, twenty-four hours a day
    ******* from
    Argentina to the '
    Frisco bay
    DEA try to stop me yo, but they ************t ain't cold
    Cause the *******'s got politicians on the
    Big Tyme payroll
    Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
    Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues yo
    Cause if they get my money *******
    I'll let it slide
    Just some mo' ******* in the back of the ride, ************! [Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly] [repeat to fade] "******* in the back of the ride"
  • 作曲 : Bismark, Bun B, Henderson ...
    [Pimp C] Pimp
    C ************! So what the ******* is up?
    Step wrong ******* and
    I'll take ya ****** nuts!
    Got mo' **** than a pharmacy ho
    Got a job for the city ************
    I'm shovelin snow
    South Texas mother******* that's where
    I stay Gettin ************ from these ******* every god damn day
    Kick it with a trill ******* so you best not trip
    Bought the
    Caddy crossed the pier and kicked to
    Ganksta Nip
    Southern weight, get it straight, ******* them 20's and 10's
    On the low my ****** momma knows some ?
    Mother******* either down or the mother******* ain't
    And if ya ************-ass ain't, then ya ************ is in the paint
    If ya gal look fine you better hide the ************
    Cause if I find her
    I'ma ****** make her suck my ************
    That **** for your momma and your sister too
    And if I'm locked down then tell that ************t might go for you
    Don't try to get no false nuts,
    I take 'em sucker
    ****** 'round with
    C you'll be a dead mother*******
    ******* only 17 but
    I'm runnin the show
    Sellin **** from
    Louisiana down to
    El Segundo, ha!
    I think it's only fair that
    I should knock on wood
    Cause my ************ is on the street, ************ sell real good
    And all my ho know not to trip, ************ ******* petty
    I'll take out my nine and shoot ya in ya ****** titty
    Hoe *******z forty-five tryin to, get with me
    Sellin fifty dollar slabs as
    I'm slangin them ki's
    If you need to get some powder
    I'm fully supplied
    I got the, ******* in the back of the ride, mother*******! [Chorus x8: w/ variations]
    ******* in the back of the ride (Yeeeeeah, mother*******!) [Bun B]
    Yeah it's
    Bun B ************, and
    I'm the king of the [?] trade
    Pockets fat as ******* from all the ducats the brother made
    Hoes like to jock, but see
    I try to contain 'em
    They droppin them drawers because
    I move they ******* in
    But I just laugh, cause ************ games be triflin
    The legs get spread,
    I cut that ass like a knife then bust a nut on her stomach, wash my ************ in the sink
    And buy a 40 at the store, from the god damn *******
    **** games keep ya
    SICK, just like a disease
    Movin ki's makin
    G's, hoes drop to they knees
    Little kids on the corner, steady grabbin they nuts sayin, "I wish I was Bun when I grow the ******* up"
    Baby blue
    Riviera, Dayton and laced rims
    Khaki pants, black sweater with the
    U.G.K. brim
    Black gat fully loaded ******* come with respect
    Step up the wrong way
    I'll break yo' god damn neck
    Big ************ in my drawers, the *******z from down
    South Down to put a twelve gauge in yo' god damn mouth!
    Think I'm playin ************ try me, it ain't no thang
    Put them hands up ************, and kiss this god damn ring
    Cause I move tons of ****, twenty-four hours a day
    ******* from
    Argentina to the '
    Frisco bay
    DEA try to stop me yo, but they ************t ain't cold
    Cause the *******'s got politicians on the
    Big Tyme payroll
    Narcotic agents wearin cement shoes
    Reported missin on the news, they singin the blues yo
    Cause if they get my money *******
    I'll let it slide
    Just some mo' ******* in the back of the ride, ************! [Curtis Mayfield sample plays briefly] [repeat to fade] "******* in the back of the ride"