Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Anthem, artist - Ice T. Album song VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pimp Anthem |
Ah shit |
Ice-T back |
Representin, nigga, once again |
That real shit, nigga |
I thought you knew, bitch |
Better recognize |
Players, check your grip before you get popped |
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped |
Gotcha — buggin off the words I say |
Because this type of pimpin happens every day |
Niggas wanna know my steelo |
Bitches wanna get with the baddest |
Hustlin apparatus |
It’s the LA cash flow master-roller |
No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders |
Of caine, on my brain, it’s outta control, crime plot |
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got |
In the game it ain’t safe for the weak or the timid |
Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it |
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna |
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner |
She got caught by the curls and the jewels |
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools |
Now she’s breakin herself, makin herself |
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin |
Check it bitches, it ain’t nothin nice |
You’re gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice |
Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard. |
Every player mentions me |
The hustler of the century |
(Ice, that nigga ain’t nothin nice!) |
I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll’s off vice |
Commandin straight pimp tactics |
None of y’all can match this |
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a mattress |
Really though, recognize the pimp type flow |
I don’t smoke endo, I count cash on my patio |
So much love on the streets, don’t need no bodyguard |
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod |
I’m off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas |
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino |
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch |
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich |
Niggas hate me, cause they can’t control they roll |
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash |
My mind’s blown off fine champagne |
So bent on currency, got green in my vein |
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me |
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me |
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers |
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers |
The game’s got me, I’m a slave to the roll |
Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold |
Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin |
Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin |
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me |
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy |
Lot of niggas talk it, but they can’t hold a hooker |
Ice took her, she was too long a looker |
It’s strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine |
I been pimpin all my life and I don’t mind dyin |