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Suga Free
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What a Hit We Made
It's just some more of this cold-blooded, unscuffable pimpin Untouchable isms, tougher than denim when I run up in em (Home?) on these broads like a cheap-suit, I hack into Her brain & crash everythang down (then what?) then reboot
Yadamean I'm the Million dollar dream Cash over a biatch see that's a common thing (common thing) She so vulnerable in the presence of the honorable My game phenomenal no need for inaudible
I'm colder than the Abomidable, Snow man with a popsicle Just follow my voice I can guide you through many obsticles Anything's possible with ya dealing with me You better believe, I'm ahead of my breed by MANY degrees
My profile is exquisite, for years They tried to prohibit but kept comin up short like a midget When you in the Hall of Game come & visit my exibit, Then you too will be one of few to be schooled, ya dig it? Heey, look what the wind blew in, Bullshit, I to sleep To make up to it everyday, I swear I don't see how some mothafuckas bare But they do, & anything you do long enough you gon get good At it quick, whether you gotta pimp a hoe or slang hotdogs-on-a-stick
Bake, and, shape us I'm gettin hoe money in, Ve-ga It took some time for this man, see I got 2 kids & I love em too So reconsider that player hatin cause there's a few things we can do
And I can count on one hand how many people love me And I can count on the other hand how many people got love FOR me, now, Bud-Bud wiser wiser, gin gin, 'gnac (ya) I'm not just her pimp, I'm also her quarterback
I'm rollin, feelin like a smoked an ounce Hittin dips in my Chevy cause I like to bounce She said she never gave head, & I knew she lied Because she sucked my dick like it was apple PIE I'm across the nation with the Magnificent Globetrotters Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And don't get mad if it happens to be one of yur daughters I'm space-age-pimpin with some ice age game, so So from the past to the present, they will know thy name
My chariot's a Benz & my scepter's a pimp stick My game is artistic for the cheddar I go ballistic So leeme 'lone or get heated, I'm on a mission to get it
When I get it don't split it, 'cause it's all-mines Not a third, not a quarter, but All the time My linguistics would turn her out faster than a match that burn out Global like warming, Noble & charming
Now I get farther than NASA, colder than Alaska Or a polar bear, colder than an eskimo in underwears Sub-zero ism, that get up in em Through leather or denim in any weather I send em Why don't she? Why won't she? One day she GON see, she got me lonely THOSE ARE WORDS YOU'LL NEVER HEAR FROM US You didn't know it's pimpin over here with us?
Oh what a HIT we made, never givin a BITCH a break Sippin on them vintage grapes, police be quick to shake Petal to the metal lemme hit the breaks, smokin hell weed no sticks or shakes Smokin hella niggas I instigate, Dumpin on niggas I hit & skate
Fans they, picture take Yo mans they, Pimpitrate I'm a take all the money the hoe make, she gon keep it comin & don't wait I don't fake, I don't hate, when I put my voice, on tape Everybody go so stupid dumb, everybody say 'man, he can come!'
I do 151 Bacardi rum, Dre gon get the party dumb Always (gurpin?) with a faded lung & when the police come man, I run Yo-king some-thing do-sing some-thing Smoke-ing some-thing, psycho make them hoes sing!
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