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pimp c - havin' thangs '06 lyrics

(feat. big mike)

[intro: pimp c]
huh… had to bring it back for the m-th-f-ckin 2006
it’s goin down b-tch! (fly hoes and chains and sw-ngin thangs)
y’all remember that sh-t? (remember that sh-t?) talkin ’bout?
(just another young playa havin thangs man…)
check this sh-t out… uh!

[pimp c:]
it’s really goin down in the god d-mn south
young girls poppin p-ssy with them golds in their mouth
young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut
never fallin in a rut ’cause life was made for us to strut (strut!)
never take for granted, take the bull by the h-rns (h-rns!)
sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn (corn!)
i’m trill, i’m country ’til the end my n-gg-
the underdog, young hog, f-ck the pen my n-gg-!
but this a waste of bodies (bodies!), a waste of time (time!)
a waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind (mind!)
you ain’t really tough ’cause you been dying little fool
everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool
i rather grip off grain (grain!), get head in the lane (lane!)
you can have them hoes’ bodies, i’m possessing they brains (possessing they
brains!)
comin up on ’em in a wide body frame
hoe can’t even pr-nounce the name, i’m out here havin thangs!

[chorus x2]
fly hoes and chains and sw-ngin thangs (sw-ngin thangs)
just another young playa having thangs man… (out here havin thangs)

[big mike:]
(yeah! big mike y’all! yeah!)
from cd sales to jail cells
from diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line
from walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine
from bein free, to bein confined
from bein loved, to bein despised, many times i cried
for not allowin that bullsh-t to slide
it was a pill that i couldn’t swallow loaded the strap with the hollows
after takin to the head a whole bottle
i did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences
’til i served d-mn near 4 years behind the fences
all my folk were like, “big mike, you trippin”
“get it together,” if i could i woulda done somethin different
uh! from g-walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers
day after day, sweatin ’em out in them cages
patiently waiting on the day when i can. get back at it
work that magic, collect that cabbage, i gotsta have it

[chorus x2]

- pimp c lyrics

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