| I’m draped up and dripped out
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| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
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| Fire up a fat sweet
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| Turnin' on the bulb lights
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| Hand on the wood grain
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| Ass on the tight white
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| Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
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| Home of the players, so there’ll never be no plexin'
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| So long we’ve been waitin'
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| Never ever hatin'
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| In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons
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| So 1996 you hoes better duck
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| Because the world gon' drip candy and be all Screwed Up
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| Just pop in your grey cassette
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| Turn up your fuckin' deck
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| Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck
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| Down here we smoke tree
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| Then let the world see
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| True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke
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| Ain’t no love for hatas and you busted dick suckas
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| On the south side we stayin' paid MuthaFucka!
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| (Pocket Full of Stones — by UGK is in the background mix)
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| «I got a pocket fulla stones»
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| «…And they won’t leave my ass alone»
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| Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is…
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| It’s time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
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| For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
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| Who’s the man, who’s the boss
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| Who’s the nigga that’s payed the cost
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| I really don’t give a damn cause I ain’t the one that’s gonna take the loss
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| Grippin' a Grant up in the slant, workin' the wood it’s understood
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| Flippin these Rolls, and slammin' these doors
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| Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes
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| Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
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| From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill
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| I’m poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red
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| Sittin' on buck, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head
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| Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
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| I’m able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs
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| My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
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| My flow is slow because it’s bolted down by DJ Screw
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| Take it from me, the nigga Lakee, the H, the A, the R and D
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| Menace to society
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| Born and raised to be a G
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| I grabs the 'phone go on and on
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| 2 or 3 songs I won’t postpone
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| Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome
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| So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script
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| By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you’ll be
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| sprung
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| Jacker’s and hustler’s, player’s and mack’s
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| Foreign doors and Cadillacs
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| Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack
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| All these thangs remain tha same because I’m so able to win
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| All around just bow down
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| Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pimp Tha Pen (feat. Lil’ Keke) , by - DJ Screw. Song from the album Bigtyme Recordz '95 - '99, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп