Z-Ro - Pimp On(235 visits)

[Z-Ro]
Time and time again I try to cope with being poor
But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your
door
My daughter needs pampers and milk
And my mind is confused on how we gone survive
So when you me strapped it looking with a bad one
You looking at the face of a desperate man I'm bringing the pain
out with 45
But then I, f**k around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast
Then I come through the door with a motherf**king 4-4
I want the rolex watches and cash, and you can call the laws
I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and
officers down
Because it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'ma have out town 'fore they put my ass in the
ground

(Chorus - 2x)
Got to get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Got to get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Got to get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Got to get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

[Z-Ro]
Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle
got to be wondering around in the streets
Got to feet my feet when I steel sweets
on a solo creep, nothing but a thug
Should of drove to them hoes never wanted hoes
Got to keep my mind on my money cause I got a dream
While pulling up on the scene jumping out of paper land
Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans
Got a crease and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle that'd pay me
when I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be creaming the f**king music and deep got to hit the week
Got to get a fat pocket on a get it out free
Not the H.P.D. even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it
Got to be true to the game, never new to the game
A nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shame

Creeping your hustle really means mess with the way that you
make your change
Got a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through and hit from
the back
Were you thinking you a g when you f**king that hoe
But I'm laving your frame and for chest matter of fact I'm
Ready for the money like a bombs so I said it be running out
that chrome
Niggas be coming to the serve when I slam
But they better be ready to find them another way home
When it should of got dark for the money
got to take a nigga life in the hustle
Wondering brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlines
I don't want to do no god damn fed times

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to god
A motherf**ker where a nigga don't fight fare
Sticking and moving and bobbing and weaving
I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right there
Selling my drugs and my gorilla thugs man it don't stop till a
nigga get paid
All in my homes what I'm about trying to move an album funky
like Dre
But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill
And my light bill and my water bill and I can't spill and my
people feal
Every other motherf**king day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on
climbing
I got to get the diamonds in the grill and the creases
And the clothes but the yellow bone hoes keep popping me and
ain't stopping me
And everyday cause a nigga be knocking me, but I'ma plant this
on a nigga
Even nigga want to try me, f**k around and need me here I be
Nigga where's your Richmond i.d., have a motherf**ker hollering
out why me
And it's plain to see me losing the game, my life end
Like a nigga been dying faster, feeling the pain
I'm a pistol packing crease
living the life of a hustler really don't give a...

(Chorus - 2x)













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