Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Pimpim, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song California Love, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
Big Pimpim |
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot |
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block |
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe |
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop |
Seen my little homey Style who I ain’t seen in a while |
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine |
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice |
Got a quarter pound of bud so I’m fucked up two |
Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve |
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I’m all-in |
Conversated then I dug the ho out |
I fixed me some food, then boned the hell out |
Two A.M. |
on the dizot, I pause and I stizop |
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked |
Now I’m high as a kite |
Yeahh, and I’m feelin alright |
Four A.M. |
as I stoll back to my crib |
To see what’s with my woman and my newborn kid |
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind |
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch! |
I was at the park one day, that’s when I saw her face |
She looked kind of cavi to me |
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I’m gone |
I’m just a dog don’t blame me |
Now do I love them hoes? |
(HELL NAW!) |
And why is that? |
(Because you’re Snoop Doggy Dogg!) |
And you never gave a fuck about a bitch; |
Cause to you, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks |
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah |
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg |
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo' |
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a ho |
Hittin all the spots but I’m comin up blank |
I’m headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank |
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I |
Puts my nine double-M to my side, as I |
Continue with my mission |
Pussy is my dish and I’m fishin, wishin |
Upon a star, to come up on some ends |
Pushin caviar, and a little bit of pussy |
So I can get my pimp on |
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone |
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights |
And the bitch didn’t freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it |
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun |
And the bitch didn’t drip, smear, or run |
As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags |
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable |
For I have yet not got a refill, for her |
I love her that’s why she keeps, performing for me |
I have pimped my pen… and she is number one, in my stable |
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day |
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his pay |
Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure (fo sho) |
Dripping willows on satin pillows |
Love is being checked, from a ho |
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on |
I’m so happy because ain’t nothing like a lollipop |
That gets sucked, ALL day long |
A tangy, little candy drop |
I love it when she brings me the pay |
Dedicated like everyday… to the sunshine |
Yeah my ho brings me mine |
For like she said she’d do it |
And I believed her when I accepted |
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body |
And I rock them, like la-di-da-di |
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di |
I got pimp bones in my body |