Pimp Slapp'd

A day in the life of a Rollin' 20 Crip

I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick

Now just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless

But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness

Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip

Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip

I bust a funky composition that's as smooth as a prism

So check it while I kick off in this funky-ass rhythm

It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck

And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set

Aww nah, Dogg ain't diss y'all

I got a couple relatives up off of Crenshaw

This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all

I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs

Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Real, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face

And the homie Har'ron rest in peace

Big Jay from Campanella Park

He used to blaze with his nephew after dark

On and on, rocking big neck bone

Mausberg I had to put you on my song

It's so real, I had to show some love

Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood

It's about you bein' jealous of what I does

'Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast

In the paint playin' post, I back you down

Like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy

And skirt up Wilshire Boulevard

I'm not Xzibit, you can't Pull My Ho Card

I fucked all your groupies

When you was doin' time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches

And you was payin' **** off with all my riches

You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?

Oh, I know (Bitch)

But I walk the mainline every time I go down

You can check my G Files I do it L.B.C. style

I got the word on you Simon

You need to just start rhymin'

'Cause you the biggest star on your label

And them other **** just crumbs off my table

You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop

And I still ain't been paid for 1-8-7 on a cop

I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit

If you keep talkin shit on Crip

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass ****)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Don't get pimp slapped)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass ****)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Don't get pimp slapped)

Money, I get it, paper I got it (I got to do it)

Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em

You run up, you're gettin' done up, I stay one up

Money, I get it, paper I got it (I got to do it)

Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em

You run up, you're gettin' done up, I stay one up

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous

And I'll be spending money out the anus

Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level

Man, you worse than them devils

A lot of **** should've said it, fuck 'em

But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind it and play it for 'em

This ****'s a bitch like his wife

Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life

And I'ma let the whole world see

'Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me

We can go head up, ****, set it up

Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up

Your rappers and artists, tell 'em, shut it up

'Cause I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt

See that's my lil' homeboy, so he know what's up (What's up?)

He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in

'Cause these **** trippin, this is official business

Do the same way, leave no witnesses

This is that unexpected misdirected, sprayed, covered and protected

Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it

It's all to the good again

You can catch Snoopy D-O Double in the hood again (Eastside)

Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit

To make the whole world feel it

So put the bacon in the skillet and try to peel it

'Cause Doggy Style Records is the realest, ****

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass ****)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Don't get pimp slapped)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass ****)

It all boils down to the fact

That you're jealous of my paper stack (Don't get pimp slapped)

Money, I get it, paper I got it (I got it, I got to do it)

Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches I got 'em

Money, I get it, paper I got it (I got it, I got it, I got to do it)

Jealous ass ****

(Don't get pimp slapped)