E-40 - Pimps, Hustlas lyrics

rate me

(talking)

Yeah, pimps up hoes down, yeah

Hustlas, playas, gangstas, gangstas, yeah

Fa shiggedel, shiggedy, uh, click shit down

What is it, check this out

[E-40]

Raised in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro

Pitching the pot with the coke that's what I use to pedal

Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trades

Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways

Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package

Serving that cha-cha, that yayo, they all tragic magic

Plastic baggage, jelly jars in microwaves

Got to have it, backwoods and purple haze

Mess around in my side of town, get clowned down

John, Jane Doe, lost and found

Everybody know this young player's about his business

Rich tricks, chickens I pimp, polygamists

My L.I.P.I folks be digging this

Devon, Pimpy Gear, Mac Squeeze this

Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience

In this occupation you can't be generous

Me and my fellas be bossing, dipping the pander and flossing

No matter how much it's costing we do this often cause we

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We just some pimps, playas

Hustlas, gangstas

[James "Stomp Down" Bailey]

Walk that walk, when you talk that talk

Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle

Have heart, have money, have muscle

Make sure your L-I-P's be on a rumble

It's like A-B-C's when I spit it

Don't even spot me on the map, 40 did it

When you dead nigga shitted in they bridges

You got a house that's sold out full of bitches

I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It

Know I'm coming cause I walk with a limp and

Step to the ladder like a playa now I'm pimping

Never gambles in a hoe and come up with it

Navi cars and a home there's no limit

And I could rock a Prada suit and I feel it

You know I'm bout to buy a bentley in a minute

Fresh off the showroom floor when I spend it

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[E-40]

H-I double L Side

13-24 Magazine where I reside

1-9-7-0 Oldsmobile Cutlass is what I drive

With the same colored tint as the paint, who that inside

And hiding behind that cloud of smoke, waving they gun

Girl that's 40 nem they some factors they all one

Them playas got more paper than kinkos and then some

I always see them at the casino bossing and smebbing

Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and

Sitting at the gambling table just like some veterans

Talking to they fans drinking Purken and playing Roulette and

Hold up, sweet heart, I'm not done

You know I'm from the Yay where all the game come from

I'm O.G., like the candle light grip

I'm company, Too Sheezy and Magic Mike

I'm the one that named the burn out faulties

Back in the days when everybody was happy in they cabinet

And bags, I know you know, that it's a drought

Real brothers like me where did they go

Somebody tell me where my

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