Tity Boi - Pimp C Back Lyrics

Tity Boi - Pimp C Back Lyrics (Pimp C Tribute):

where’s the beast, pimp c?
take it out bitch.. no more let me see it! (x4)

ok, i’ve been the.. in the sky,
raining, hit my building, make my wonder cry!
..we kept ‘em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
where my girl.. feeling right!
and this.. i’mma get you fly,
she said i hurt her feelings now she’s...
i’m glad those ain’t no move, you ain’t have to write.

chorus:
down! take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
take that shit off, bend over, let me see it !
i said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!(x2)

i said take that shit out here, no more...
we’re the opposite of being sober,
girls don’t eat soda!
cold beer ns cream soda, different weed...
california, you can smell it in a coma!
they say the world is spinning, so i made me a bucket list,
all i wanna do is just.. so it’s my fucking list!
even if.. you couldn’t fuck with us,
.. i need a ....

chorus:
down! take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
take that shit off, bend over, let me see it !
i said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!(x2)

..sit back, now what the fuck is .. holler?
sit back, now what the fuck is up?

Pimp C - Grippin On The Wood ft Bun B, Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics

Pimp C - Grippin On The Wood ft Bun B, Big K.R.I.T. Lyrics:

[verse 1 - bun b]

i'm on some superfreak shit like
rick james, i could get it
when i'm moving lane-to-lane
bentley car, superstar, candy sweet
gripping that stick like an icicle
sweet like a candy cane
get down on it at the drop of a dime
i'mma candy nigga, keep it coming all the time
pimp c, sweet jones, jr, ?
do you like it from the front or
do you like it from the back?
i'mma do some pop rocks, good and some ice packs
i'm the real, so trill, keep you cumming
on my mat, i'm on like boosie
drop it down like a pro, give it to me like
when we make em get down on the floor

[hook]
pimping on the good
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

[verse 2]
man, i'm sitting tall, ballin
24s i skate around
see me up in these streets, dripping paint
my plate is scraping now
we picking paper up and i'm shutting haters down
tell em "what's the skinny?"
but i'm still throwing my weight around
trill: i don't play around
leave that to the children
i'm about to be ? leave em red like ellen mirren
wood wheel steering, and vogue tire turning
big money earning like i came from mount vernon
got the swisher sweet burning
got my money on my mind and i'm about to make a killing
when them vogue tires peeling and the 5th wheel drop
and the trunk door's raising, i recline the ragtop
everybody just stop like their time's been frozen
but to damn near go blind from the shine of the chosen
it ain't no more supposing
already understood, i'm repping pat, my hood
when i'm gripping on the wood, baby

[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

[verse 3]
?
bitch, i don't know you
never seen a pimp? ho let me show you
wood grain when i roll through
candy painted my slab
put some screens in the front, ike turner
in my trunk, and a diamond tip on the back
it's a fuckmobile, cause i fuck them freaks
you lame as fuck, so she fuck with me
don't be surprised when she leaves your side
i'm everything that you call defeat
y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas floss
but pimp c, i'mma break em off
super-tight since '86
? could've been my pa
but, forever all day nigga
this new ugk nigga
you don't know what i'm bout then step aside
fuck up out my face, nigga
gotta hold my nuts, keep it oh-so trill
pop my trunk while i work my bills
drop my top and crack my ?
cause your bitch be on my d, ho
got a song with bun, i got the ?
country rap tunes til the day i die
out for the shrimp, blowing up like a blimp
rotating the tires

[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

Pimp C ft. Drake & Bun B - What Up Lyrics

Pimp C ft. Drake & Bun B - What Up Lyrics:

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[Drake]
High rollers whats up
Drink Houston whats up
Onyx what’s up
you does it baby you does it baby
harlem nights what’s up
treasures what’s up
legends what’s up
just love me baby just love me baby
yeeeeeah
to all my Houston Texas country muffins
baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin
and after that I’mma throw that f-cking young money up
and we can both watch and fall like it’s bungee jumping
man I’m so high, next time we wont smoke all of that ounce you buy
oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out
cause I don’t really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
goodnight, I’m still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I’m bout to drink it way down
what up Bun my n-gga
man you know we stay down
and I’m an honoray resident in UGK town
I’m on my way
yeah Im on my way
I never give a f-ck about what any n-gga say
the music all slow and the b-tches all pretty
me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing
[Drake Chorus]
what up, what up
H Town in this b-tch
what up, what up
me and Pimp about to do it for the city
what up, what up
what up, what up
[Pimp C]
Money by the Ton
Bricks from Crumbs
millionnaire from nothing
mind on hustlin
p-ssy’s a commodity but d-ck sell better
em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
paint that got wetter than it was in 94
the drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled
96 Impala with the stick on the floor
Now its Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors
light wood n-gga Polo f-ck Hilfiger
Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs
young hard n-gga, underdog n-gga
Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati)
yellow diamonds on my finger
playing in the car
my d-ck wanna f-ck but my pockets say stop
(?)
I need some more dough I’ma PIMP for sure
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
Well its the Trill OG
I got the neighbourhood soul
kush is dead Im getting blowed
riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in front of it
belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it
and shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover
don’t care what anybody say long as the King love her
wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her
I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains
being trilla aint another brother realer
blowing thousand dollar killer
with the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila
bout to snow up in my city
so let me put on my chincilla
in the ‘rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla
all about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar
your girl up in the second automatics for the fella’s
you see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us
[Chorus]
[End]