Luniz - Pimps, Playas Hustlas Lyrics
*(yukmouth & knumskull talking)*Nigga, whats hapnin?Who we got in here?Nigga, aint this the last album.***** that. we got richie rich, dru down, (you know!) yukmouth,Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. fo the 9-fever, check it out.*(chorus- yuk & richie)*Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint easy, ***** believe me.Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint nuthin nice, yukmouth let meHear ya.Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*Well its the one of the mill niggaThe vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullestFill niggaz up wit bulletsKill niggaz, yuk dont bullshitAn I pull licks if I have to, no laughterOr chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast yaWhen its the wig splitCome wit big shit fo the 9-feva-rooCuz ya *****in either twoOf yo baby mamasGot em on cameraDoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up herBootsy holeFo sho, I pimp nights like gladisNiggaz better knock on wood like havock, when Im in yo hood wit anAutomaticSo crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call *****in around wit mo ups & downsThen a see-sawSometimes I feel like Im broke, sometimes Im shot callaWho got all the *****es lost in the motions like palaBalla than shisty, mo betta blues then spike leeMight be off the 40 cuz Im og like ice-tYa dig?Verse 2 *(richie rich)*Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the sameOne fo the white dope, one fo the nigga thats in the gameNow I know *****es that say richard, do what ya wannaBut like old vogues them *****es cry when I hit the cornerMy 7-duce, produce, cuz the zues was pissed offIm still gettin zips offNiggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped offUntil they told me, it was knumskull, yuk an druNow what you wanna do?Its 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the voguesThats what they cost in the store, yeahAn you can reach, but you can not touchEver figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?If you scared go to church, I know it hurtsTo find out, she works for meBrought me that jeepThats why i, keep my ***** business in the cutThat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to *****,Cuz we.*(chorus)*Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint easy, ***** believe me.Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech out to get the scratch, it aint nuthin nice, dru down, letMe hear ya.Verse 3 *(dru downIm steadily stackin up on the greenBallas will use the triple beamShot calla use they wordsHustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get servedNow observe the definition of the pimp-modeI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really thoughDoe is what I love, so whats up?Nigga who you tellin, that life always been toughNigga I had it roughAn nigga it aint no bluffAn potna I had my own mama sufferin, thats sumpthinYeah okayI turned straight into a hustlaCrap on bustasSkrilla fo reala from them suckasI gave my mama half, me half, Im out the doorReady to bubbleI turned into a balla, shot callaTwo for twampWith in a year Im back on the spotZippas in zipper, Im ready to hit some fences, its so wicked***** you jack rabbit call me bugsyFour-four up in the paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love meAn Ill be sure the next time niggaz see me Ill be highDo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane rightSide, Im watchin the rearview juss for po-posI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke thatHoe.Verse 4 *(knumskull)*Fa sho. g-a fo checksPimp *****es fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole blockWit 4 techsNiggaz on this, on the move in manyPlenty taken, playa hatin, caddysThat aint my thang rugerIts good to roll skrill thats the best thangMy s-s-i check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,An issued this gameMy buddies, who ever can better my operation stackolaSmack, mack, the greenery an crackolaHomies wanna be down rollin big stacksYou wanna make an effort towards paper, then ***** get crackSo sick wid itThats why I shitted on raps fo luckIm like what ever it takes to make a buckCould never be stuckIm facin a life of brokeness already***** the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and gameBlame no nigga fo my down fallBut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around yallWe all.*(chorus)*Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech gettin major scratch, it aint easy, ***** believe me.Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it aint easy, ***** believe me.*(talking in the background)*Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.***** believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! ahaha.
