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2 live crew - p-a-n (pussy ass nigga) lyrics

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p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-

you tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord
you’re just a do-boy ’cause your boss is in charge
tryin’ to play big money, ain’t it sad, ain’t it funny
you’re so blind you can’t see that you’re really playin’ dummy

gucci rags and bronze, shinin’ grills of chrome
frontin’ in a caddy you don’t even own
you’re soft, and you know that we know it
you try to hide it, but can’t help but show it

now the trues and vogues
pull the hoes with nice figures
but on the ‘ave
pou’re a p-ssy–ss n-gg-

p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-

p-ssy–ss n-gg- with pistol in hand
comin’ out of my room to the next man
it’s a problem you had since you were a child
always tryin’ to be down but actin’ stupid and wild

i remember way back just to be exact
we laughed at your -ss when you got jacked
so, f-ck–ss n-gg-, here’s something to remember
no matter what you try, you’re a p-ssy–ss n-gg-

p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-

you fix up your hoes like you fix your cars
give ’em rag-top heads, make ’em project stars
you buy ’em gucci bags, even louie baton
spendin’ all your money just to get some

and when you go out of town and stand on stage
gettin’ jerked by the man instead of paid
now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger
now rest in peace, p-ssy–ss n-gg-

p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-
p-ssy–ss n-gg-
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