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2pac - big pimpin (live 1996) lyrics

[spoken word intro]
yeah, c’mon
(my bad)
put your hands in the air!
c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

[verse 1daz]
woke up one morning out some bomb -ss c-ck
my d-ck 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
d-mn near gone, floatin’ on cloud one-nine
liquor store, so i grab some mixed gin and juice
got a quarter pound of bud so i’m f-cked up too
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
bailed back in the crib (for what?) because i’m all-in
conversated then i dug that hoe out
i fixed me some food, then boned the h-ll out, and said
tomorrow, tomorrow, check it out
here we go and we’ll be back to d-ck you out
g’s up, hoes down
if she can’t swim, she’s bound to drown
two a.m. on the dizot, i pause and i stizop
i reminisce on that -ss that i rizzocked
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!

[chorus: nate dogg]
i was at the park one day, that’s when i saw her face
she looked kind of cavi to me
(don’t stop, c’mon)
but when i take her home, and tap that -ss i’m gone
i’m just a dog, don’t blame me
yeah

[snoop doggy dogg]
now do i love them hoes? (h-ll nah!)
and why is that? (because you’re snoop doggy dogg
and you never gave a f-ck about a b-tch
’cause to you, b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks)
ha ha, dee dee dadi dadi dah
listen to the sounds from my n-gga doggy dogg
slidin’ through the city in the rag six-fo’
hoppin’ like a motherf-cker tryin’ to find a hoe
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
p-ssy is my dish and i’m fishin’, wishin’
upon a star, to come up on some ends
pushin’ caviar, and a little bit of p-ssy
so i can get my pimp on
’cause my pen gets my pimp on from g to ozone

[outro]
tell your friends b-tch
all your friends b-tch

- 2pac lyrics

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