Nothin But Pimp Sh*t

Song Nothin But Pimp Sh*t
Artist Prophet Posse
Album Body Parts

Lyrics

(feat. Droopy Drew Dog)
[Droopy Drew Dog]
I come down baby walks once again it's on
You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song
Definition for drama
Bout' to play wit'cha mama
Never been a sucka nigga
Cause it's still on the come up
You know a busta get faded
[???] would of made it
Somewhere down the line
You playa hated and traded
See I done what I did
And if you fell off
I do it again
Mama's only song I scrapped since the age of ten
I had no brothers and sisters
I had no father
World drama taxed
Thought the lord didn't bother
To hear me, nigga can you feel me
God can you forgive me
For all the dirt I'da did
[???]
I put the [???]
Because it's over now
Cross me again then it definetly a showdown
Jimmy Jex slipping get his crown cracked
[???] a bitch
But see you made me a tape
[Chorus x2]
See nothin' but shit up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug
Indonisia
[??]
I'm a mother****er hustlin that I'd trap down on
Tryin' to come up in this game
Whether is right or is wrong
My attitude is ****ing
Bad around town in a bucket
I got a job but go quick
Cause minimum wage ain't shit
Now feel me
I think the government is ****ing us blind
While they gettin' paid
Leavin' all the poor folks behind
Occupation for money was just a criminal grind
You don't gotta be in jail
Because your ass doing time
I'm black
Aggrivated, criminal mind stated
Problems with the police
They were all [??] related
Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic
A playa hatas they down to blood bound
Can you feel me
I'm talking about the real, do you hear me
A trick the bitch walk up the same [???]
I'm puttin it down on a mic representing self made
No shorts or losses
But bullets get sprayed
I'm not some artificial killer
Or some cheap ass thriller
But I can chop your head off
You get between my scribble
[Chorus x2]
So there you have it
Self made playa Droopy Droop mother****ing Dog
Puttin' it down for playa village
AKA BH mother****ing P
Hook my shit with Paul
Mother****ing prophet
Juicy "J" behind this shit
You know what I'm saying
Can't stop
It's on from hurdle to hurdle two G's bitch
Fear this nigga