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digital underground - good thing we're rappin lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
alright parents, go head tuck the kids in, pg time is over
this goes out to all the macks in the industry
huh, alright roll the tape
(you ain’t no pimp; you a rest-haven for hoes.)

it’s a good thing that we’re rappin’
’cause if it wasn’t for the rappin’ we’d be mackin’
it’s a good thing that we’re rappin’
’cause if it wasn’t for the rappin’ we’d be mackin’
it’s a good thing that we’re rappin’

there was a time when they called me smooth eddie
playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
it was mike to those that knows
matter of fact, icy mike ’cause he was cold on them hoes
we was east coast n-ggas heading west
i was rolling shotgun, cooling with my man fresh wes
the royal blue brougham was a drop top rag
you could tell we was pimps from the las vegas tags (on the caddie)
’cause that’s how we flipped it
hit a l!ck, paid cash, said nothin’, pimp sh-t
all of this was around spring ’81
i was in the life and had a good three year run
anyway, one friday on the side of the highway in l.a
my man wes says “hey, i got a b-tch in san diego”
“cool”, i said, “i’ll see ya in a couple of days
i’m gonna stay and play some l.a. hoes”
he said, “alright playa, yo, i’ll see you soon”
yeah that’s how real players kick it, see there ain’t no rules
we roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
later that night i knocked a b-tch named cookie
she says, “i love you and i want to make you rich”
i says, “oh yeah?”, i swear i worked the sh-t out this b-tch
she was fine too, n-ggas couldn’t tell me nothin’
had brains too, did more stealin’ than f-cking
a real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
man i’m trying to say i had a money making ho
but the sunset track got stale, cookie went to jail
had to sling a little yale to make bail
she said, “i’m hot baby, i can’t work in this town
the vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down”
i said, “shut the h-ll up ho
who asked you to run your mouth?”
she was right though
it was time to take a trip down south
and to this very day, when i think of how
i was living back then i got to say that

[chorus]
it’s a good thing that i’m rappin’
’cause if it wasn’t for the rappin’ i’d be mackin’
good thing we got music
if not i’d be stuck with findin’ a way to get ahead
and then we got to use it
it’s a good thing that i’m rappin’
’cause if it wasn’t for the rappin’ i’d be mackin’
good thing we got music
if not i’d be stuck with findin’ a way to get ahead
and then we got to use it

they call it “ho po'” when you’re leakin
so you know that ho po’ is when yo po’, cause you got no ho
i was po but i wasn’t ho po’, cause i had one ho
but we was leakin cause the money was slow
“cop and blow” means you’re going up and down
i went from cadillacs in vegas to the back of greyhounds in san diego
off broadway, there used to be a spot
i think e street and 5th where all the players flocked
one night i was cooling outside
saw my man wes said, “ah sh-t yeah, it’s gonna be live”
i was working a doublebreast silk leaf suit
with my five hundred dollar brown knee-high ballys
wes said, “it’s p-mp-sh how you wear ’em outside ya pants
and by the way my ham sandwich in the alley”
ham sandwich meant brougham cadillac
quarter inch whites with the chrome wheel kit on the back
it was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome plate on the grill
for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
i said, “there’s b-tches inside, you ready to attack?”
wes looked at me said, “mack..mack..mack..mack..mack”
my man’s pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin’
we stepped inside, both of us screamed, “it’s pimpin’!”
i was drinking cognac, wes was drinkin’ gin
wasn’t there twenty minutes ‘fore my people walked in
i said, “what’s up cookie? how’d you do?”
she said, “cool, reach under the bar, so i can give you these few”
we always did it like that, in case the vice squad was peeping
this time they wasn’t, but this n-gga who was leaking
walked up and said, “y’all gonna sell?”
wes said, “n-gga don’t ya recognize the ‘p’ when you see it?”
he said, “oh, yo i didn’t know, i thought she’s doin’ business”
i said, “yeah, well it’s true that she’s a ho”
he said, “she with you, playa? cause i’d really like to buck her”
looked at her, said, “baby, i’m a raw motherf-cker”
i said, “yeah, that might be true, but she don’t need another nucka”
ain’t no choosin’, jump on off sl!ck, this one here’s my shnucka”
he said, “whatchu mean by shnucka?”
“it ain’t too hard to figure
you call your n-gga nucka, shnucka means she-n-gga
and figure this too, the b-tch is down for my dirty drawers
find another ho to go for yours”
he said, “but, i like her”
i said, “you must be a rookie
now figure this three”, he cut me off and stepped to cookie
he said, “how do you feel about this, my dear?”
i said, “n-gga you don’t check my b-tch like i ain’t standin’ here!
now i told you that this woman sells p-ssy for me
you and her ain’t the two, and we ain’t the three
and most of all n-gga, i ain’t the one
now back the f-ck up off me son”
he said, “to block another man’s game is a shame”
i said, “leakin’ -ss n-gga, game recognize game
now i told you that’s my people and i gave you a chance”
reached down and started pullin’ out my tool from my pants
shoulda capped his -ss, but instead
i look up and wes done wrapped a pool stick ’round this n-gga’s head
so i put my sh-t away, we beat him down cowboy style
cookie runs up and says, “baby you okay?”
i says, “yo, all of this excitement got you dizzy
what you standin’ ’round watchin? b-tch get busy!
go back outside and finish gettin’ my money!”
the bartender laughed, said, “you pimp n-ggas funny”
and i’ll tell you once again
it blows my mind, when i think how i was living back then
cause yo

and you don’t stop
humpty hump in the house
and yo i go, i go
doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
why must i pimp the ho?
nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
you know what i’m sayin
doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
why must i pimp the ho?
nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
why must i pimp the ho?
nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
check it..
ho (..do the ho catcher..)
ho (..do the ho catcher..)
(..ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher..)
doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
why must i pimp the ho?
nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
why must i pimp the ho?
nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
i said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother f-ckin ho
(..pimp that ho..mack..)
yeah b-tch and big d-cks don’t scare ya
cause you been a ho too long
know what i’m sayin? yeah

pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
pimps up and hoes down
squares don’t f-ck around town
know what i’m sayin?
oh yeah, it’s time to rest
dress and mess
count my monies while i read the funnies
give my propas while i watch the soap operas
’cause it’s pimpin’, understand me?

b-tch whatcha doin sitting on your -ss watchin’ the cars go by?
pat your feet on the concrete and go get my money woman!

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