Pastor Troy - You Can't Pimp Me Lyrics
(feat. Peter The Disciple)[Pastor Troy talking]Pimp shitYeah pimp shit, niggaWassup baby Ken?Like this heaAll my niggaz maynA yo, all the real boss playaA yo, this real ATL playa styleA yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa[Verse 1]Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied upBig boss pimpin, tell ya' ***** I said wassupPastor, laughter, Remy in my handCountin out some grands, ova in IrelandThe man, you done heard the name befo'I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I goAnd I smoke dro', mother*****er keep that bap ass weedNiggaz claimin their my folks ***** you don't know meD.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hellIt ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tellMy glock shells will be empty if any tempt meI'm not no *****in simp, ***** I'm a *****in pimp[Chorus 2x]You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myselfYou can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myselfYou can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myselfI'mma pimp myselfI'mma pimp myself[Verse 2]The one man army, the one wreckin crewI heard that shit, now who the ***** you referrin toIf it was me, come put your finger to my noseJust like I thought ya' niggaz mother *****in hoesThe clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socksBad ass ***** that kind of favors GoldieloxThe clock...stops tickin'I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin'Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta *****in'*****in for nothin, we be them niggaz they be lovin'It don't get nothin but worse for you simpBow down nigga make room for a pimp[Chorus 2x][Peter Tha Disciple]You can't pimp me potnah because I'm pimpin myselfI got my game from the old school straight off the shelfI be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheeseI roll wit' DSGB, so is better than meA Aug representive, I got the game on lockI hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the blockSo ***** the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grindI'm bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pineAnd I ain't blind, I can see it, you already knowSo get the ***** out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoeYou see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no playAnd I'm the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze[Chorus fade out]
