Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Talk, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.2008
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Pimp Talk |
We goin lose everything we taught to get mayn |
Don’t’chu see that the game is set the — to go somewhere else if we don’t |
strength up? |
At the end of these records we listen to, we don’t get nothing out of em no |
more mayn |
We don’t get no social commentary |
We ain’t getting no kind of knowledge I.D. |
records |
Errbody be talkin bout how many chains they got on, and how much dope they sold |
But the truth of the matter is I don’t believe you! |
Yeah |
Independent as ever |
Texas was at the top |
Destiny try’na to stop us |
Expecting Texas to flop |
So we pull out the drops |
Let the trunk on and pop |
Reminisce how we lost almost every legend we got |
C.E.O. |
of myself just like Jay is to Rap-A-Lot |
Facing the Geto Boys will always be big as Pac |
Jay is my favorite rapper and Roca-Fella was hot |
But we goin tho up the H for we ever tho up the Roc |
Family chasing a dollar |
Chad he got a daughter |
Legecy with a momma |
Plus he got a Shanara |
Hawk he had a wife so I picked up the phone to called her |
God goin handle that and the blessing will be to calm her |
Who would of known that after the arugments we would ball? |
Got into it with Paul |
Started it that’s my dawg |
Divide it is how we stand |
United is how we fall |
Pimp knocked down the door and then told me we had it wrong |
Errbody don’t need records life |
Everybody lying, everybody busy? |
d-boy? |
Everybody be hard core gangstas |
Everybody goin do this to each other when they see each other |
And the truth be told, we too blessed and we having to much money in this rap |
game and we goin to war with each other |
Don’t nobody wanna fight nobody in this rap game |
Cause ninety-eight percent of these dudes is |
Yeah |
When the landlord was try’na say I was locked out |
Hustler, that ain’t nothing that I’m a cry bout |
Used to sit up in the crib, romming noodles with lights out |
Now my crib presidential and it’s large as the Whitehouse |
Yeah, maybe I’m getting older, maybe into a voter |
Daily I’m living sober no mix and drink in my soda |
This reality show ain’t a promising as they told’cha |
Texas got the controller so maybe it isn’t over |
You a man the morals the industry can’t destroy you |
Y’all be up on that gossiping ish and I jsut avoid you |
Y’all be acting like possem when see em I coming for you |
Y’all really don’t want problems with me cause I will destroy you |
(Oh these boys hating!) |