Pimp Slap

W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of
Those platinum plus hit's
And the word is on the streets
And the word is the streets
We gon' go to a live remote
Licking wit' my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip
I'm just a stuburn type of fella
With a head like a brick
And 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
Smooth as a prism now check it as 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 this y'all
I got 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-Reel, E-Rock
Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Har'ron rest in peace
Big Jay from Cappinella Park
He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big neck bone
Mauseberg I had to put you on my song
It's so real, I had show some love
Now back to the scrub
It ain't about Crip or Blood
It's about you being jealous bout what I does
'Cos I does it the most
The King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos
I back ya down like Shack Daddy and
Bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card
I fucked all your groupies
When you was doing time and kept Snoopy
With the fags and snitches
No killers just bitches
And you was paying niggas off
Of all my riches
You so hard caught, why ain't you
Go to level four? Oh, i know
(Bitch)
But I walk the main line every time I go down
You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style
I got the word on ya Simon
You need to just start rhyming (Simon)
'Cos you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggas 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 One-Eight-Seven On A Cop
I started yo shit and I'll end yo shit
If you keep talking shit on Crip
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em
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 worser than devils
A lotta niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it
Rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga'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
'Cos you fucked up the industry
And that's on me
We can go head up, nigga, 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
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up
Especially Kurupt
See that's my lil' homeboy
So he knows what's up
He better keep it Crippin' and
Slip his clip in 'Cos these niggas trippin'
This is official business
Do the same way, leave no witnesses
This is that unexpected
Diss directed, sprayed
Covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
It's all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double
In the hood again 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
'Cos Doggy style Records is the realest
Nigga it all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that
You're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get pimp slapped)
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Jealous ass nigga