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skeme - 1 time 4 pimp lyrics

[intro: skeme & snoop dogg]
this part of my show right here we call this “finish the sentence”
i’m a start it, you finish it
“if i could share a double cup, i would share it with…”
r.i.p to pimp, to this day pimp c fan for life
i was a ugk kid

[verse 1: skeme]
i’ve been through h-ll and back, chasing heaven on earth
put my all in this shit for whatever it’s worth
a n-gg- play about mine, leave you dead in a he-rs-
two hundred dash on this b-tch, hundred clip in a vert
got the money comin’ in each way
real n-gg-, keep a pistol for a keepsake
i’ve been that boy, that what the streets say
i’m balling, every play i make is worthy of a replay
this is how it go and how it is
my mind locked in, i stand rich steady stacking, watching grown men act like kids
laughing while these rappers yapping, i know they ain’t with the biz
road to the riches, ask n-gg-s what’s the hold up
half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up
twenty chains on a n-gg- neck, got me glowed up
where you n-gg-s from, any answer get a “so what”
crooked

[bridge: pimp c]
i don’t give a f-ck about hip-hop cause i ain’t made none of that shit
you n-gg-s been sayin’ we wasn’t real hip-hop from the beginning of time
they say we wasn’t real hip-hop cause we don’t have no backpack
out there motherf-ckers tell you something for so long let you know they don’t want you
know what i’m saying?
after a while a n-gg- don’t want to be down to b-tch–ss n-gg-s no more

[verse 2: skeme]
it’s me and mine over you and yours
i’m getting mine, give a f-ck with what what you doing with yours
this the type of flow to pay the bill off
this the type of flow a young n-gg- made a mil’ off
that g shit be what my n-gg-s get a thrill off
f-ck all of the phonies and the frauds, i’m a real boss
talking about cash, i’m a do the whole dash
hop right off in that european monster then it peels off
we don’t f-ck with sucker n-gg-s like they five-o
i can snatch b-tch with my eyes closed
if she ask me for money, tell her “bye, no”
still jump off in that pussy from the top row
i’m the motherf-ckin’ man, f-ck a n-gg- sayin’
throw off a n-gg- plans, i’m a get to sprayin’
hit the corner with the [?] rap it in saran
i never b-tch about the cards, i just play the hands

[bridge 2: pimp c]
get your mind on your shit, you can have some too
but you got to come down here and buy you some b-tch
i’m talking about straight business man
i know they don’t like me
they be all on the internet talking about the pimp
you know what though, b-tch?
till you put your real motherf-ckin’ address and phone number on that shit
you ain’t sayin’ nothing n-gg-, hidin’ behind them e-mail address
you a hoe

[verse 3: skeme]
lookin’ like a walking, talking brick n-gg-
ten chains, tell your b-tch take a pic n-gg-
i go walking in any club and take a pic n-gg-
i’ve been on five for a while, living lit n-gg-
i’m just trying to get rich, take a risk n-gg-
ball like kobe, codeine od out my piss n-gg-
i hate a trip, i pop ’em quicker than a zit n-gg-
f-ck your favorite rapper, bet i knock him off the list n-gg-
me and my bro gon’ f-ck the hoes and yell switch n-gg-
i’m ’bout that dope, ’bout that cheese, leave you swiss n-gg-
s-g-o-d-b or dig a ditch n-gg-
it’s a motherf-ckin’ gang not a clique n-gg-
i’m the motherf-ckin’ truth, game sucker proof
mardi gras beads for the coupe with the missing roof
sipping on that juice, get the loot, what you n-gg- do?
top floor where the guap gave the boy a different view

[outro: pimp c]
b-tch -ss n-gg-s, well guess what?
we ain’t real hip-hop down here n-gg-
n-gg- stay up there where you at
with your funny -ss cars and funny -ss houses n-gg-
we down here have everything n-gg-
i’ve been driving cadillacs since i was fifteen years old b-tch
get your mind on your shit, know what i’m talking about?
for real and i ain’t mad at n-body cause you know what?
the real rappers that gettin’ money ain’t hating
but you know who cryin’? them b-tch–ss n-gg-s that can’t sell no records man
they cryin’ cause they can’t sell no records right now
you n-gg-s friendly as a box of puppies

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