Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Without A Caddy

Hit me
Aaaaah
That's the flavor there
Sho' right
Yo, tell em it's all about, man
All ballin thing
How you got it goin and on and on that, huh

(Tell em it's all about)

[ 1 ]
I'm a up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped a gat and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a hood
Not even knowin I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin to make you hyper
The are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the point, comes the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to it
Cause in the city you never what can come up
You turn your back and what's up - a runs up
And you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo, it's or be killed
So I sit and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an to carryin on
I let him know this ain't the and place
But there be a time and place
And smoke his ass..
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was
And when you up, apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Just a O.G. type
I want you to break it
And tell em about the of young

[ 2 ]
Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include
I microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since in the day
Junior School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days locs was called insanes
And I was with my big cousin Nobrain
then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of the pointed tips of my Stacy's
Strollin the street my sweet girl Jackie
Creased and starched up khakis
Back that was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me in was precise
I ain't never had a on any block
Cause if I did, I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a

Just a little bad gooseneck,
Wasn't really a whole lotta bullshit
doin his own thing
Straight get his on
But it was cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very respected

[ 3 ]
It all about who you're bangin
Gangbangin or how dope you're slingin
all about gettin your life established
And when you're like Loc, your life is lavish
Everything, from my to my bathtub
The women and different type of backrubs
The places I travel, the that I see
startin to get the picture how they start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps
Cause that's entirely a different type of
Longevity is the key to my
Not rollin around women undress
I am a player, petty actions
Never heard about a headache, I use Vaya
So the women can kiss the sugar daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp a Caddy

...
It was on to the break of
I got it that
I'm sworn to the
But
I got to do
this out

[ 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's what I to be
Just like the homies standin and back of me
And when you see us ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know our profession
We're suckers techniques and good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and good
I don't to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm just because I went and made a record
that petty thought that got him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was out
I nutted up and I'm known to do it on
And engagin in .44s and
Some old suckers lay the beat as hard
And when you see I got 20'000
I came to battle rhymes, knowin theirs shabby
O.G. Loc, boy, a without a Caddy

Straight up for the crown
Tribe thing,
No matter who you are or where you from
When push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to come out

And that's straight up
No matter where from
Laws of the
Pimpin

Special shout-out to the Westside
Special to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and
Special to ATL
What's up your football game?
150 yards, don't know
To all the on the Westside