Letra de Pimp'n Ain't Ez - Madd Head - Bso Beavis And Butthead Do America
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Pimpin ain't Ez but it sure is fun Haha Mmmm Thats
right I represent like im suppose ta' the west
coasta' Madd Head the west side locsta' Down with
the gang truce, still pack my duce duce you never
know when the war might pop loose Always and
forever have i ever ran? never! whatever's clever
down for whatever Dippin' on laces, sippin' on
cases, phat shoelaces on the daily basis I'm a G
see? fool i thought you knew it, like Montell
Jordan this is how i do it A caps, quarter sacks,
83' cadillacs, techs that match crack sacks and
gangsta' raps And for you niggas ain't hurtin', i
bring madness, sportin' west side on my jersey Got
this biz locked down, cool sweatin' bullets,
keepin' it real 2 1 3 to the fullest
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.
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but a lot to lose, so i choose to shake fools, put
my coop on cruise nigga Hit the switch, fuck then
don't ditch, watch my G-style switch as i unlesh
my pitch It's goin' on and on n...till' the early
mornin', i don't sleep, you never catch me yawnin'
Kickin' up much mush dust as i bust, if it ain't
ruff it ain't from Los Angeles Now Cah-pow, it's
the southern cali style, i can't be seen, no way,
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no how
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.
I wanna hump it thump it turn it up straight pump
it, if it ain't da bomb then the west coast do
don't bump it Known disguise'a in between the
lines nigga, i gotta have that G shit on mine
Eather DJ Quick or MCA, my niggas caution floss
then bump and bounce where i stay I don't hip hop
i hop hip when i dip, in my sixtrey Chevrolet rag
down quisha strip Swift, you know how we do, come
to animosh avenue and lounge with my crew Shakin'
shit up from here to the east coast, puttin' it
down like americas most Huhu yeah Come on Thats
right Uh yeah haha Somebody gotta do it
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.
right I represent like im suppose ta' the west
coasta' Madd Head the west side locsta' Down with
the gang truce, still pack my duce duce you never
know when the war might pop loose Always and
forever have i ever ran? never! whatever's clever
down for whatever Dippin' on laces, sippin' on
cases, phat shoelaces on the daily basis I'm a G
see? fool i thought you knew it, like Montell
Jordan this is how i do it A caps, quarter sacks,
83' cadillacs, techs that match crack sacks and
gangsta' raps And for you niggas ain't hurtin', i
bring madness, sportin' west side on my jersey Got
this biz locked down, cool sweatin' bullets,
keepin' it real 2 1 3 to the fullest
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.
Find more similar lyrics on
but a lot to lose, so i choose to shake fools, put
my coop on cruise nigga Hit the switch, fuck then
don't ditch, watch my G-style switch as i unlesh
my pitch It's goin' on and on n...till' the early
mornin', i don't sleep, you never catch me yawnin'
Kickin' up much mush dust as i bust, if it ain't
ruff it ain't from Los Angeles Now Cah-pow, it's
the southern cali style, i can't be seen, no way,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/pimp-n-ain-t-ez---madd-head-bso-beavis-and-butthead-do-america.php
no how
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.
I wanna hump it thump it turn it up straight pump
it, if it ain't da bomb then the west coast do
don't bump it Known disguise'a in between the
lines nigga, i gotta have that G shit on mine
Eather DJ Quick or MCA, my niggas caution floss
then bump and bounce where i stay I don't hip hop
i hop hip when i dip, in my sixtrey Chevrolet rag
down quisha strip Swift, you know how we do, come
to animosh avenue and lounge with my crew Shakin'
shit up from here to the east coast, puttin' it
down like americas most Huhu yeah Come on Thats
right Uh yeah haha Somebody gotta do it
We ain't all in the same gang, some slang, some
bang, i bring pain but this ain't wu-tang You got
caught, it ain't my fault, it's the wicked
westside'a who the fuck you thought Knockin' at
your frontdoor, you gotta let me in, 2 1 3 huh
like Mac 10 Do i look like i'm smilin'? i'm
tearin' shit up, from here to long island Please
bitch believe it, props to Atlanta, but i'd rather
sport chuck T's and a bandanna Nothin' to gain.