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Viewing Lyrics for Pimp Anthem:
| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | VI - Return of the Real | | Track: | Pimp Anthem | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 157 | | | | Lyrics: | '96
Ah shit
Ice-T back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit,
nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize
[ CHORUS ]
Players, check
your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha -
buggin off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin happens every day
[ VERSE 1
]
Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin
apparatus
It's the LA cash flow master-roller
No one gets colder, I used to flip
boulders
Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and
muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid
Known to break a
bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you
wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by
the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now she's breakin
herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches,
it ain't nothin nice
You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice
[
CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions
me
The hustler of the century
(Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!)
I got more freaks
than Heff', my bankroll's off vice
Commandin straight pimp tactics
None of y'all can match
this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
Really though, recognize the pimp
type flow
I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, don't
need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
I'm off the hook, checkin
traps in Vegas [Name]
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
I change cars like you
change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate
me, cause they can't control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me
cash
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
My mind's blown off fine champagne
So
bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So
much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
Stand
over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll
Hoes
belong on the track and I belong in gold
Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin
Been in
the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin
Mostly friendly, but do got that
gorilla in me
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
Lot of niggas talk it, but
they can't hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
It's strictly
straight-lace hustlin on mine
I been pimpin all my life and I don't mind dyin
[
CHORUS
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