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