Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Tha Pen, artist - DJ Screw. Album song 3 N The Mornin’ Part Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.1988
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
Pimp Tha Pen |
| I’m draped up and dripped out |
| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
| Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot |
| Fire up a fat sweet |
| Turnin' on the bulb lights |
| Hand on the wood grain |
| Ass on the tight white |
| Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas |
| Home of the players, so there’ll never be no plexin' |
| So long we’ve been waitin' |
| Never ever hatin' |
| In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons |
| So 1996 you hoes better duck |
| Because the world gon' drip candy and be all Screwed Up |
| Just pop in your grey cassette |
| Turn up your fuckin' deck |
| Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck |
| Down here we smoke tree |
| Then let the world see |
| True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke |
| Ain’t no love for hatas and you busted dick suckas |
| On the south side we stayin' paid MuthaFucka! |
| «I got a pocket fulla stones» |
| «…And they won’t leave my ass alone» |
| Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is… |
| It’s time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes |
| For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes |
| Who’s the man, who’s the boss |
| Who’s the nigga that’s payed the cost |
| I really don’t give a damn cause I ain’t the one that’s gonna take the loss |
| Grippin' a Grant up in the slant, workin' the wood it’s understood |
| Flippin these Rolls, and slammin' these doors |
| Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes |
| Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill |
| From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill |
| I’m poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red |
| Sittin' on buck, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head |
| Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words |
| I’m able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs |
| My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes |
| My flow is slow because it’s bolted down by DJ Screw |
| Take it from me, the nigga Lakee, the H, the A, the R and D |
| Menace to society |
| Born and raised to be a G |
| I grabs the 'phone go on and on |
| 2 or 3 songs I won’t postpone |
| Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome |
| So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script |
| By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you’ll be |
| sprung |
| Jacker’s and hustler’s, player’s and mack’s |
| Foreign doors and Cadillacs |
| Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack |
| All these thangs remain tha same because I’m so able to win |
| All around just bow down |
| Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen |