PIMPING:


Sing it hoes,
All over the world baby, it's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll, cause I've been
Places where you'll never imagine, but Ima start at home, when I see a girl I like I walk straight up to her
And I'm like (ugh), Heyy girl how ya doin, you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get
To know ya, can you gimme ya name, if you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange, Heyy
See I'm the man of this town, and I hope you would'nt mind if I showed you around, so when you
Go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me, we got people to meet and many places to see, Heyy
I'm really diggin ya lips,but be careful where you walkin when you swingin them hips, I'm kinda
Concerned that you'll be causin a crash wit ya traffc jam booty, heads pausin so fast, Heyy
I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it,
And how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me my
Pimpin's in 3-D, I'm takin you places you only see on T.V., tryna show ya that livin is trife,
How many guys you know that can bring the travel channel to life, one day we on the autobahn
Swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands, if you wit me ain't no time to
Sleep, especially at wet willies on Miami Beach, but I drive you off and pay you no attention if
I make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention, then jump in the car and just ride for hours,
Makin sure I don't miss the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see, so if
Yo ass don't show up it's more women for me, Heyy

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade, then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand
Grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest, in Mardigra all the women tryna show me
They chest, Heyy
I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks, while the ladies all beggin me to mash it up, I had sad
Beginnings when I rap wit no fans, now it's all happy endings in my lap in Japan, Heyy
I used to think that it was way too cold til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes, now I
Hit the caribana every year in Toronto, then fly to Illinois to get a taste of Chicago(ugh),Oh
Yet and still you would'nt believe your eyes if you went to Brazil, ain't no need of even askin
Brah, the best women are reside in Africa, and that's real

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Sing it hoes

[ Mike$]
Pimpin pimpin pimpin, ladies and gentlemen as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps,
Please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air, now ladies look around wit me, lets see if
We can weed some of these niggas out, cause it's no way that all these niggas could be pimpin, no
If you happen to see a nigga wit two sweat patches up under his arms, look like he been swimmin
In shoulder height water, please tell that nigga, put yo hands down, if you smell like you been
At work all day and your car, please put your hands down, now look up at the pinky fingers that
Are still in the air, if you see him ashy around the knuckles, like the nigga wash half of his
Hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say put yo hands down, if yo spinnin rims
Spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin, if you are dancin on the dancefloor and you look to
Yo left and yo right and you do not see a woman in sight, guess what you guessed it you are not
Pimpin, if your Vodka and cranberry is really really dark like blood, that's because you did'nt
Order Vodka buddy, that's why it's three dollars a glass, put your hands down, now look down, I
Need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time ok, you see the nigga wit the white socks NOT
PIMPIN! [fading out], sorry unless you tryna do the Beat It entorauge, if your shoes have a buckle
On, your not pimpin

 

[DMX]
Rrrrrgh, uh, uh-huh
Uh.. uhh uhh, uh-huh
Here comes the boom [8X]

Here comes the boom! Boomin, bouncin
Stalkin, must walk in, hawk get to pouncin
Get em where it counts and, hit em like a mountain
Spit em have em spittin out, blood like a fountain
Don't look at me like that, we just might fight black
And that fight, might end up in me takin your life back
I don't, go for the bullshit, cause I've been down
and time is, just too important to be ****in around
Talk nigga, I stomp a mudhole in your face
Mother****er, rip your butthole out of place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yeah it's a dirty job, but I just love doin in

Here comes the boom [8X]

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[Sean Paul]
From di dutty know dem, dem a totta
Man a shotta
Anna got a lot a power well
Jus' tell me fi gwaan
Marrow fly like storm
Make dem affi get flatta

[Mr. Vegas]
Seh dese are di sweetest times
[Sean Paul]
Nuff punk a get murda,
A only dutty cup di DMX an die do
[Mr. Vegas]
Enjoy the killing times
[Sean Paul]
Shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an mi glock it a guh talk fi mi crew

[Mr. Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom [8X]

[Mr. Vegas]
Wha do da claffi dey
And da bait ya
Like a scared wretch wi leff dem fi later
Wi keep goin on an on an on fill di body a ole juss like straina

[Sean Paul]
Suh make dem know wi have a shootin gallery
Killin is fun an wi nuh need not a salary
Full up a di hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An wi nuh owe nuh apology, yo, well

[DMX]
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
bad man, with that BOOM you never had man

Here comes the boom [8X]

[Mr Vegas]
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky

[DMX]
Here comes the boom [repeat to fade]

 

Dazing FTW!

 

Here goes a good one to bring back the old school!

[blowfly]
"go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-damn!!
Shee-yee-yit!!
Look at the asson that bitch!
Look at the titties!"

(mixx scratches "aw hit me!" and "hold your legs up on easy.")

Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
There's only one place where we can go
To see freaky hoes doin' shows
Doin' tricks to make us holler
On a giving night, all for a dollar
Silicone breasts, all on their chests
Nothin' like others, but above the rest
They'll do anything to turn us on
Them hoes got it goin' on!!

[brother marquis]
I like big booty and big ol' titties
Bitch, you know you've been ****ed by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's the answer
I really wanna be with you;
I get hard after seeing you
How hard? hard like a rock,
When you make that pussy pop!

Chorus (2x): [luke]
Pop that pussy! heyyy!
Pop that pussy, baby!
Pop that pussy!
Pop, pop that pussy, baby!

Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
Freaky bitches with plenty of ass
Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast
Bend over backwards, make me shout
And work that pussy, in and out
Movin' their body with plenty of action
Bringin' to the men more satisfaction
Doin' what they feel to turn us out
Just work that pussy all the way out!

[brother marquis]
Shake it! don't break it!
It took your momma nine months to make it
Bend over and spread 'em, girl
Show-w-w me those pussy pearls
Rub that ass and play with that clit
You know i like that freaky shit
Girl, you know you look so cute
Throwin' that pussy the way you do!

Chorus

Verse 3: [fresh kid ice]
Poppin' that pussy's a dance for the ladies
Straight from the south, into the 90's
Freaky bitches are the ones i like
In g-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
As they dance and i get hot,
Keep throwin' that pussy! don't stop!

[brother marquis]
I like the way you lick the champagne glass
It makes me wanna stick my dick in your ass
So come on, baby, and pop it quick
I fall in love when you suck my dick
Bitch, you don't know? you ain't heard?
****in' with me, you're gonna get served
See, none of my bitches, they never complain
So come on, baby, and pop that thang!

Chorus

[luke]
Janet j, pop, that pus-sy!
Bu-bles, pop, that pus-sy!
Sandra p, pop, that pus-sy!
Ma-donna, pop that stinky smelly pussy, baby!

[mr. mixx] scratches:
"work this mother****er!"
"shit, this good!"
"woo hoo!"

Chorus

[luke]
Breakdown!!

 

Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!
esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!
que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!
Has me el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!


[Hook - Pitbull (2X)]

 

Damn Josh took the game with that MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. This is awesome keep them coming, its getting gangster in here.

 

Some more Biggie, can you tell I like Biggie.

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
**** a fair one I get mines the fast way,
The ski mask way,
Uhh,
Ransom notes,
Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,
What ya' tote]
more guns than roses,
Foes is,
shaking in their boots,
invisible bullies like The Gooch,
Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
Take them rhymes back to the factory,
I see,
The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
You shoulda been a cop...**** hip-hop,
With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
Pack the gat a lot,
The flav's bout to drop uhh,

 

UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH!
See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart
I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

 

Heres a little contest, can someone can name the rapper who spit these lyrics.

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC's have used up extended warranties
While real MC's and DJ's are a minority
But right about now, I use my authority
Cause I'm like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I will bash
Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that
While the world's revolvin, on it's axis
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so many people
searching for false lift, I'm here with the skills you've missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez...

"You know my steez" --> Method Man
"Let em know, do your thing God" "Keep it live"
"To the beat y'all" --> Flavor Flav

The beat is sinister, Primo makes you relax
I'm like the minister, when I be lacin the wax
I be bringin salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power
When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin more power
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often easier for one, to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight
The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess
The wackness is spreadin like the plague
MC's lucked up and got paid but still can't make the ****in grade
How many times are wannabe's gonna lie?
Yo they must wanna fry, they can't touch the knowledge I personify
I travel through the darkness carrying my torch
The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort
("You know my steez" --> Method Man)
You know my steez...

"Let em know, do your thing God" "Keep it live"
"You know my steez" --> Method Man
*repeat 4X with very last line modified as follows*
"The mic..."

On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-set
With juvenile rhymes makin fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's something you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out you be like, "Damn he flipped"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip, giving you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick -- why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder, than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin riot
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas, yo
Them mother****ers are harrassable
For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright, like neon
Your song's, pathetic, synthetic, like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on, want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond... you know my steez

 

Gang Starr.

what did i win?