Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Shit, artist - Louis Logic. Album song Alcohol/Ism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Pimp Shit |
| Hide your daughters |
| I stay drinking on an empty stomach |
| Till I sink and plummet |
| Thinking of it |
| Lets get blunted till we stinking of it |
| I think I’ve done it cause I’m one hit |
| Over the edge |
| I dove from the ledge |
| I can’t stand I fall through my legs |
| Stumbling over the keg |
| And it’s just the first inning, girls grinning |
| And all I can see is the world spinning |
| I can’t move I puff mad boom |
| Trying to find the bathroom |
| Cause it feels like I’m gonna gag soon |
| I’m torn from the bottles |
| Praying through the porcelain gods |
| To try and ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas |
| Walked into the topless |
| Cause I gotta get brain soon |
| For the right price Chris there is sex in the champagne room |
| I can’t zoom cause I have whiskey dick |
| I had to pay extra like a pay per view titty flick |
| That’s my lucky charms so bitch lick me dick |
| Suck the shit out like a fucking Pixy stick |
| This shit |
| Pimp shit |
| It’s kind of explicit |
| We twisted, drinking |
| And puffin a lit spliff |
| We party with bitches |
| Erasing their lipstick |
| This is the odd couple up in your district |
| I master the disclosure |
| Cause I never spit sober |
| After the Coronas |
| I’m trying to see the flash exposure |
| The chick that’s a master in yoga |
| Bending over backwards |
| Stick a slit with more pick |
| As if she stroked the cactus |
| You see that stripper sipping overflowing glasses |
| I’m trying to feed her liquor till she throws up on my mattress |
| I’m logical but not in the sense |
| That I can’t be seen chewing panty strings |
| Hopping the fence |
| My crib reeks of cigarettes, pot and incense |
| I’m somewhat of a loner but the bottle’s my friend |
| And I gotta a collection stored on the shelf |
| So when I talk to the walls on the spot I’m not talking to 'self |
| I’m akward as hell |
| Drunk and stumbling |
| My stomach’s rumbling |
| You thinking I stop drinking |
| Dumb assumption |
| Cause this nigga got game |
| When I chuck a pumpkin with flames to take your head off |
| Like Ichabod Crane |
| This shit |
| Pimp shit |
| It’s kind of explicit |
| We twisted, drinking |
| And puffin a lit spliff |
| We party with bitches |
| Erasing their lipstick |
| This is the odd couple up in your district |
| Now when the odd couple rustles |
| And rumbling clubs |
| There’s gonna be trouble for smucks |
| Stashing up bundles of bucks |
| Cause the first one of the sluts to come up to us |
| Jump on a bus we’ll skid away until your lungs full of dust |
| Bitch’s tongue in my nuts while I just humping her butt |
| Puffing a blunt while I’m juggling the juzzling stunts |
| Sit up in the front cause I’m drunk |
| Cause I hit the bottle |
| Application for a groupie? |
| One question |
| Do you spit or swallow? |
| You wrestle like your in a brothel trying to earn your rent now |
| Bend down I’ll pull my poison pen out |
| Cause when the wolf destroys the hen house |
| The feathers will fly |
| Seventy five miles |
| Whether I’m drunk or whether I’m high |
| I busted dead on her eye |
| Now she’s a blinded bitch |
| Walk around with one eye shut |
| On some pirate shit |
| You better buy this quick period |
| Like a bloody twat |
| We’re all up in your face |
| Like the money shot |
| This shit |
| Pimp shit |
| It’s kind of explicit |
| We twisted, drinking |
| And puffin a lit spliff |
| We party with bitches |
| Erasing their lipstick |
| This is the odd couple up in your district |