Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pimpin' Appealin' , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Everybody Ain't Able, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.06.2007
Record label: 40 Ounce
Song language: English
Pimpin' Appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Short cutthroat cuddie, cold as snow cones |
| Es Telemundo — what’s up, holmes? |
| Mac Drevious, Northern Califas |
| Two hundred diamonds shinin' in my teefas |
| Backwoods leafas, only |
| I say «cuddie,» you say «homie» |
| Bitches all on me, I don’t sweat it |
| Tryna get wetted, any other shit, dead it |
| Believe me if I said it, it’s the real deal |
| Like Evander Holy-muh'fuckin'-field |
| No pill, hand her half |
| The shroom got you, make me laugh |
| I’m a rock star, shout out to the rapper’s body |
| That’s why I always turn out the party |
| Cutthroat, down for the murder and killage |
| Right now, soak up this verbal spillage |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Pull up on the scene, let me out |
| 'Cause I’ma bump a bitch, ain’t no doubt |
| I spit that shit that they love to hear |
| That’s why I catch chlamydia twice a year |
| My game run deep, just ask my daddy |
| How you think I know about that four-door Caddy? |
| Trues and Vogues, and hella beat |
| Full-blooded gangstas with hella heat |
| Big old choppas and throwaways |
| Why need a job, I keep a ho at bay |
| Hook me up, foot the bill |
| And every night, put the scrill |
| In the bank, up under my mattress |
| Another hundred thou', watch how I scat this |
| And burn rubber, no time for kissin' |
| Turn down the beat, y’all need to listen |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Facin' trigger locks on my hoes on the block |
| Used to keep a Glock and a pocket full of rock |
| Gotta have a knot and a whip that’s hot |
| Can’t be shot, no hustle, no spot |
| How can I be lost and clueless? |
| No hoes, no weed, broke and jewel-less? |
| You sound so foolish, so old school-ish |
| When bubblegums and certs jackets was the coolest |
| I went from BMX to full-dressed hogs |
| It’s bitches in the back and they fuckin' like dogs |
| It’s the American dream, scream if it’s your nightmare |
| It’s ugly but it’s fair, so I gotta stack my money all the way up to there |
| All the way up to there, all the way up to there, all the way up to there |
| I’ll tell you the truth |
| I’m LaGhetto LaMossie, and I’m the cognac killer |
| And it don’t get no better than this |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin' |
| Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin' |
| I need money to touch the ceiling |