C-BO - Pimpin' and Jackin' Lyrics
[C-Bo] (Too $hort)Man, it sure has been a long time mayne... you know?Got the ***** out the gate though$hort Dog, check these *****es man(Ay yo C-Bo) Ha, what is it my nigga? (What's up mayne?)Ah you know, keepin' it gangsta fo sho' (Yeah)(These niggaz out here tryin' to player hate on the West man)***** them niggaz (Spit that shit nigga)[C-Bo]I give a ***** where you from fool I'm ridin' with $hortIf I step in the ring and scream kill they dyin' for sureYou better ask these niggaz, from high death to the topI had to answer these niggaz, bone crusher blast at these niggazThere ain't no fast in these niggaz, all my niggaz gotta eatSo it's a must that I crush ki's, if I'm smearin' I dust up manyBustin' slugs up any, from The Yay to GAHeard the fed's at the house, gotta use the spray with the 'KTwenty pounds of criptonite on a plane (on a plane)Ten metrograph birds on a train (on a train)Ten years down the line doin' the same thangNigga fresh up out the pen bangin' the same gangOn parole, fo-fifth stay aimed to flameRearrange a nigga brain, ***** we bring the pain$hort Dog my nigga, we ride 'til death do usOnly way to face death is to put a teflon through us[Chorus: C-Bo]Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldWestside gon' have it, what?!Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldWestside gon' have it, uh[Too $hort]I know all about these nothin' ass hoesNiggaz you can't trust and how this street life goesI gotta hustle, that's all I ever think aboutIf I gotta stand on the corner when the fiends come outIf my raps don't sell, I'm pimpin' SoniaCause ***** never stop sellin' in CaliforniaTurn a ***** into a hoe...Even had a ***** rappin' in the studioTurnin' tricks, suckin' dicks in a videoIf you see some money you better get it hoeYou know I gotta eat good, this ain't no jokeWe got *****es, music, and we slangin' dopeUp all night, tryin' to make more cashPolice always tryin' to take your stashThey need to just let a player do his thangEat steak everyday and make some loose change[Chorus: C-Bo]Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldThe Westside gon' have it, what?!Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldThe Westside gon' have it, uh[C-Bo]It's ***** a *****, get rich, put a snitch in a ditchKeep a clip full of hollow-tips that'll slang from the hipFo'-fifth flame and flip, bodies like a GottiOnce my infrared spot him I rise and I got him*****in' with a killer, stay on the chase for the millasFat house on the hilla, Benz truck, 20 inch wheelas600 blunted, to the airport then scoop $hortFat heater on lap, I dare any nigga to step forthGet smoked of course, blasted, in a casketMurder them bastards, leave the whole scene drastic[Too $hort]Jumped in the car with C-Bo, on the way to the liquor sto'Before we go get some more indoSo we can smoke and rideCause I'ma stay high for the rest of my lifeIndependent in a major wayI know you love the way us players playI wasn't born with a silver spoon, but I stay hungry*****es hear what I say and everyday they want me[Chorus: C-Bo]Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldThe Westside gon' have it, uhMe and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' ***** and I'm jackin'On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' ***** the worldThe Westside gon' have it, nigga
