| Uncle Pimp and G What’s up Could you read us a hoodtime story please?
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| Y’all all in the trap
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| Yep
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| Ok, ok… Here we go Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke
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| With no money in their pocket, they result to sellin’dope
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| Movin’everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'dro
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| Didn’t want the MPD’s to catch 'em so they kept it on the low
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| Bought another and another, broke bread with each other
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| Sell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their mother
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| Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin’fucked up Call him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp Cutta
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| Hustle like a mother… gul hand filled with clusters
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| Alabama on my back, best believe I got the muscle
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| Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova
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| Comin’back from Texas, undercovers tryin’to pull us over
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| Ridin’up the block doin’eighty-three (eighty-three)
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| I bet it was some motherfucker hatin’on me (hatin'on me)
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| Dave the Dope King, supplyin’all the flow
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| Went to court last week and snitched on all his folk |
| Choppin’down the block bitch
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| Choppin’down the block bitch
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| Choppin’down the block bitch
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| Choppin’down the block bitch
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| Let me take you back to when the Pimp &Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+
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| You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp &Gangsta hit the do'
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| Nothin’but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke
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| Now niggaz hollerin'"Here we is", throughout the east and west coast
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| Represent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flow
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| Put it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folk
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| Every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show
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| Get respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the Locs
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| In the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers
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| Niggaz know they can’t fade us, that’s way them niggaz hate us Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitch
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| J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shit
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| Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get
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| Now that we on top, don’t no niggaz wanna start shit
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| The problems that I deal wit’ain’t deep enough to have me stoppin' |
| Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin'down the block choppin' |