Lyrics *Bonus Track* Pimp Pizzle - Spice 1

*Bonus Track* Pimp Pizzle

Thug Thizzle, Pimp pimp pizzle
She can’t tell if it’s my dick or my pistol
Thug thizzlin, Pimp pimp pizzlin
She love my style and my game so sizzlin
I can turn from player to killer in about two s-s-seconds flat
Fetch yo hat for you nigga, Bring that motherfucker back
Picture that, Picture me rollin in a benz black
Picture me hittin corners and rollin the chronic sack
Picture me thug thizzlin, Nigga keepin it bossy
Bossy shh a shakin these haters, ke a Keepin them off me
How many niggas out here gon be catchin some slugs
Before somebody says don’t fuck wit the thugs
My fo-five is chrome just like my shoes 22's
Try a smith and wesson, if Bossalini done paid his dues
I draw down if dru down draw down on a nigga
Do some thug shit wit these heaters until they feel us
Head, Shoulders, Knees, And toes
Mix the pi A pimpin with the thug thizzo
Di a dime pieces on me like tatos
When we mix a thug thizzle wit the pimp pizzle
I’m givin 'em what they want, Nigga straight pimpin
I’m dippin up and down the track, I’m belvadere sippin
I’m movin slow wit my interior light on
I’m givin a show just to knock me one of these bad hoes
I’m rollin N tires wit these big rims
The bitch may fold, but Nigga what you been?
Boy I’m all in, I put the p up in pimpin
No simpin, I been doin this for a minute
I’m rippin and runnin, Yes, I’m automatically gunnin
I been like cash money millionaires straight stunnin
Pimpin is nothin, I gotta pimp bone in my body that knocks hottie especially on
a friday
It’s my way or the highway
That’s what me and chico tell a bitch that’s ready to get a grip cheaa
Its straight p-i-mp-i-ng and a G-6 wit me, See
I’m gifted, I speak these words so fluent
They make a bitch jump into it, It’s nothin to it
Because I’m pimp pimp pizzlin
She love my style, My game because it’s so damn sizzilin