Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Thing We're Rappin', artist - Digital Underground.
Date of issue: 14.10.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Good Thing We're Rappin' |
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over |
This goes out to all the macks in the industry. |
Huh, alright roll the tape… |
(.yo, rest day ain’t for hoes.) |
It’s a good thing that we’re rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin we’d be mackin |
It’s a good thing that we’re rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin we’d be mackin |
It’s a good thing that we’re rappin |
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie |
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady |
It was Mike to those that knows |
Matter of fact, Icy Mike cause he was cold on them hoes |
We was east coast niggas headin west |
I was rollin shotgun, coolin with my man fresh Wes |
The royal blue Brogham was a drop top rag |
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags |
Cause that’s how we flipped it Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin, pimp shit |
All of this was around spring eighty one |
I was in the life and had a good three year run |
Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A. |
My man Wes says hey, I got a bitch in San Diego |
Cool, I said, I’ll see ya in a coupla days |
I’m gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes |
He said, alright player yo, I’ll see you soon |
Yeah that’s how real players kick it see there ain’t no rules |
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie |
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie |
She says, I love you and I want to make you rich |
I says, oh yeah, I swear I worked the shit out this bitch |
She was fine too, niggas couldn’t tell me nothin |
Had brains too, did more stealin than fucking |
A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro |
Man I’m tryin to tell you I had a money makin ho But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail |
Had to sling a little yale to make bail |
She said, I’m hot baby, I can’t work in this town |
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down |
I said, shut the hell up ho who asked you to run your mouth? |
She was right though |
it was time to take a trip down south |
And to this very day, when I think of how |
I was livin back then I got to say that |
It’s a good thing that I’m rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin I’d be mackin |
Good thing we got music |
If not I’d be stuck with findin a way to get ahead |
And then we got to use it It’s a good thing that I’m rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin I’d be mackin |
Good thing we got music |
If not I’d be stuck with findin a way to get ahead |
And then we got to use it They call it ho po when your leakin |
So you know ho po is when yo po, cause you ain’t got no ho |
I was po but I wasn’t po ho, cause I had one ho But we was leakin cause the money was slow |
Coppin blow means your goin up and down |
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound |
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot |
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked |
One night I was cooling outside |
Saw my man Wes said, ah shit yeah, it’s gonna be live |
I was working a doublebreast silk leaf suit |
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys |
Wes said, it’s pimpin how you wear em outside ya pants |
And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley |
Ham sandwich meant Brogham Cadillac |
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back |
It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome |
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown |
I said, this bitch is inside, you ready to attack? |
Wes looked at me said, Mack.Mack.Mack.Mack.Mack |
My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin |
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, it’s pimpin! |
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin gin |
Wasn’t there twenty minutes fore my people walked in I said, what’s up Cookie? |
how’d you do? |
She said, cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings |
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin |
This time they wasn’t, but this nigga who was leakin |
Walked up and said, yall gonna sell? |
Wes said, nigga don’t ya recognize the 'P'when you see it? |
He said, oh, yo I didn’t know, I thought she’s doin business |
I said, yeah, well it’s true that she’s a ho He said, she with you, playa? |
cause I’d really like to buck her |
looked at her, said, baby, I’m a raw mother fucker |
I said, yeah, that might be true, but she don’t need another nucka |
Ain’t no choosin, jump off slick, this one here’s my snucka |
He said, whatchu mean by snucka? |
It ain’t too hard to figga |
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga |
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers |
Find another ho to go for yours |
He said, but, I like her |
I said, you must be a rookie |
Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie |
He said, how do you feel about this, my dear? |
I said, nigga you don’t check my bitch like I ain’t standin here! |
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me You and her ain’t the two, and we ain’t the three |
But most of all nigga, I ain’t the one |
Now back the fuck up off me son |
He said, to buck another man’s game is a shame |
I said, leakin ass nigga, game recognize game |
Now I told you that’s my people and I gave you a chance |
Reached down and started pullin up the two from my pants |
Shoulda capped his ass, instead |
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga’s head |
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style |
Cookie runs up and says, baby you okay? |
I says, yo, all this excitements got you dizzy |
What cha watchin? |
bitch get busy! |
Go back outside and finish gettin my money! |
The bartender laughed, said, you pimp niggas is funny |
And I’ll tell you once again |
It blows my mind, when I think how I was living back then |
Cause yo It’s a good thing that I’m rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin I’d be mackin |
Good thing we got music |
If not I’d be stuck with findin a way to get ahead |
And then we got to use it It’s a good thing that I’m rappin |
If it wasn’t for the rappin I’d be mackin |
Good thing we got music |
If not I’d be stuck with findin a way to get ahead |
And then we got to use it And you don’t stop |
Humpty Hump in the house |
And yo I go, I go Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe |
Why must I pimp the ho? |
Nothing but the mack in me |
(.nothin.nothin but the mack in me.) |
You know what I’m sayin |
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe |
Why must I pimp the ho? |
Nothing but the mack in me |
(.nothin.nothin but the mack in me.) |
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe |
Why must I pimp the ho? |
Nothing but the mack in me |
(.nothin.nothin but the mack in me.) |
Check it. |
Ho (.do the ho catcher.) |
Ho (.do the ho catcher.) |
(.ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher.) |
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe |
Why must I pimp the ho? |
Nothing but the mack in me |
(.nothin.nothin but the mack in me.) |
Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe |
Why must I pimp the ho? |
Nothing but the mack in me |
(.nothin.nothin but the mack in me.) |
I said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother fuckin ho |
(.pimp that ho.mack.) |
Yeah bitch and big dicks don’t scare ya Cause you been a ho too long |
Know what I’m sayin? |
yeah |
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest |
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest |
Pimps up and hoes down |
Squares don’t fuck around town |
Know what I’m sayin? |
Oh yeah, it’s time to rest |
Dress and mess |
Count my monies while I read the funnies |
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas |
Cause it’s pimpin, understand me? |
Bitch what cha doin on your ass? |
Watchin the cars pass |
Pat your feet on the concrete |
And go get my money woman! |