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deala - pimpin' plot lyrics

[deala]
[1 verse]
it’s about the man who is engaged in pimpin’
somethin’ happened to him n now his ass is limpin’
but what happened?
hasn’t he fastened?
but it wasn’t like that
and he didn’t play the f+ckin’ roulette
his ass got busted a cap with a d+mn strap in his f+ckin’ leg
prayed to not get a bullet to the head
so, better get shot in there
than in the head yeah
fo’ now his life is like a nightmare
everyday the same sh+t for him
can’t find a job, like a b+tch in the bin
he duz his best
but it’s hard to survive in thе 90’s in the west
get morе chances to get the bullet to the chest
neva got any friends
even familiars who drivin’ on the benz
was beaten up by the nerdz
and f+cked it up with the girls
actually, ’bout that he duzn’t give a f+ck
went to the club
found there one dope ho
he just wanted to make the dough
and she said ‘let’s go’
[bridge]
oh, yeah, ready fo’ k!llin’ anotha verse ’bout pimp which wants to f+ck the ho’

[2 verse]
he started buckin’
and dat ho will be suckin’
their activity was interrupted
real men came in n those bustas weren’t f+cked
they began to extort
guess what?
some snaps that pimp stole from the basketball court
now dat busta can’t posse up, ‘cuz he got caught
no one gives a d+mn ’bout him
no one would seek him
he ain’t got a f+ckin’ team
but f+ck any team
it can be done by one man
‘cuz one man can have a strength like the dodge ram
2 months passed
fo’ now pimp is not stressed
and he got outta the town
everyone considers he is like a m+th+f+ckin’ clown + wearin’ the d+mn clothes
it will be not so good when deala smothers
clench so hard the fist
yo’ mind is gettin’ f+cked up, it’s like in the mist
you wanna bite my wrist
but i make the punch to yo’ face n you can’t do nuthin’, ‘cuz it’s seized
[bridge]
it’s close to the end n it will be a phat sh+t

[3 verse]
i let that busta go
he won’t be able anyway to make the dough
lost each of tha ho
think ’bout the sh+t how to make the money
everyday the same sh+t which is so runny
wanna switch his stuff
wheneva he played poker, ain’t able to bluff
daily routine of him is so tuff
it’s a pimpin’ plot
m+th+f+cka ain’t respected even by the cops
switch his style to the dreadlocks
but respected by the huge c+cks
in anotha town
he wants to make a real pound
here is not any hook but here is a loud sound
f+ck dat hook
he is scared to be in tha hood
‘cuz due to his appearance dat will be not so good
if you ask where duz he get a food?
steals from the shop
’bout that his ass duzn’t give a f+ck
has been caught too many times
even tried to make the rhymes
but he wasn’t good at rappin’
and just turned his activity into ho’ slappin’
and started jackin’ + like i said before
last time he wanted to jack the store
turned out puttin’ his ass in the dark car
[outro]
i talked ’bout all this real hard sh+t
and now you got it how to be a pimp
no one let you go when you are in the game like that

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