Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pimp Anthem , by - Ice T. Song from the album VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |