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o[Intro][In a little kids voice]Uncle Pimp and G[G] What's upCould you read us a hoodtime story please?[G]Y'all all in the trapYep[G]Ok, ok...Here we go[Verse 1: Big Pimp]Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was brokeWith no money in their pocket, they result to sellin' dopeMovin' everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'droDidn't want the MPD's to catch 'em so they kept it on the lowBought another and another, broke bread with each otherSell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their motherOther brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin' fucked upCall him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp CuttaHustle like a mother... gul hand filled with clustersAlabama on my back, best believe I got the muscleCrank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the NovaComin' back from Texas, undercovers tryin' to pull us overRidin' up the block doin' eighty-three (eighty-three)I bet it was some motherfucker hatin' on me (hatin' on me)Dave the Dope King, supplyin' all the flowWent to court last week and snitched on all his folkLetras de canciones[Chorus x2: chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus]Choppin' down the block bitchChoppin' down the block bitchChoppin' down the block bitchChoppin' down the block bitch[Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka]Let me take you back to when the Pimp & Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp & Gangsta hit the do'Nothin' but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spokeNow niggaz hollerin' "Here we is", throughout the east and west coastRepresent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flowPut it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folkEvery city that we go, pack the club and rock the showGet respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the LocsIn the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakersNiggaz know they can't fade us, that's way them niggaz hate usMeanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitchJ Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shitBlackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can getNow that we on top, don't no niggaz wanna start shitThe problems that I deal wit' ain't deep enough to have me stoppin'Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin' down the block choppin'[Chorus x2]DIRTY LYRICS Copyright © 2006 UrbanLyrics.com From Letras Mania