Digital Underground - Good Thing We're Rappin lyrics
[Digital Underground - Good Thing We're Rappin lyrics]
Alright parents, go head tuck the kids in
PG time is over this goes out to all the
Macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(You ain't no pimp You a rest haven for hoes)
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they
Called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook
The red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact
Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes
We was East Coast niggas heading west
I was rolling shotgun
Cooling with my man Fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps
From the Las Vegas tags (On the Caddie)
'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin'
Pimp shit all of this was around spring '81
I was in the life and had
A good three year run
Anyway, one Friday on the side
Of the highway in LA my man Wes says "Hey
I got a bitch in San Diego" "Cool", I said
"I'll see ya in a couple of days
I'm gonna stay and play some LA hoes"
He said, "Alright playa, yo
I'll see you soon"
Yeah that's how real players kick it
See there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city
Like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knocked
A bitch named Cookie she says
"I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah?"
I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too
Did more stealin' than fucking
A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm trying to say I had a money making ho
But the Sunset track got stale
Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby
I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as
Soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was living back then I got to say that
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
They call it "ho po'" when you're leakin
So you know that ho po' is when yo po'
Cause you got no ho
I was po' but I wasn't ho po'
Cause I had one ho
But we was leakin cause the money was slow
"Cop and blow" means you're going up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas
To the back of GreyHounds
In San Diego, off Broadway
There used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th
Where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah
It's gonna be live"
I was working a double-breast silk weave suit
With my five hundred dollar
Brown knee-high Ballys wes said
"it's pimpish how you wear
'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwich in the alley"
'Ham sandwich' meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch whites with the chrome
Wheel kit on the back it was snotty nose
That means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill
For sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "there's bitches inside
You ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mackmackmackmackmack"
My man's pimp stroll was cold gangsta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed
"it's pimpin'!"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes 'fore
My people walked in
I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?"
She said, "cool, reach under the bar
So I can give you these few"
We always did it like that
In case the vice squad was peeping
This time they wasn't
But this nigga who was leaking
Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "nigga don't ya recognize the 'P'
When you see it?"
He said, "oh, yo I didn't know
I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "yeah
Well it's true that she's a ho"
He said, "she with you
Playa? cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "baby
I'm a raw motherfucker"
I said, "yeah, that might be true
But she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump on off slick
This one here's my shnucka"
He said, "whatchu mean by shnucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figure
You call your nigga nucka
Shnucka means she-nigga and figure this too
The bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"
He said, "but, I like her"
I said, "you must be a rookie
Now figure this three"
He cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "how do you feel about this
My dear?" i said
"nigga you don't check my bitch
Like I ain't standin' here!
Now I told you that this
Woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two
And we ain't the three
And most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son" he said
"to block another man's game is a shame"
I said, "leakin' ass nigga
Game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people
And I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' out
My tool from my pants
Shoulda capped his ass, but instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a
Pool stick 'round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away
We beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "baby you okay?"
I says, "yo
All of this excitement got you dizzy
What you standin' 'round watchin?
Bitch get busy!
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money!"
The bartender laughed, said
"you pimp niggas funny"
And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind
When I think how I was living back then
Cause yo
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
And you don't stop humpty Hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
You know what I'm sayin
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me) check it
Ho (do the ho catcher)
Ho (do the ho catcher)
(ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
Kick it, doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me) i said
Doddie doe doe pimp the mother fuckin ho
(pimp that homack)
Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin? yeah
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin?
Oh yeah, it's time to rest dress and finess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?
Bitch whatcha doin sitting on your ass
Watchin' the cars go by?
Pat your feet on the concrete and
Go get my money woman!
Yeah, right about i wanna say peace to my
Man Shawn Michael Ocean who pimped hoes
You know what
I'm saying? And to my man Indian Mike
The three-card
Monte playing Gs, and my man Texas Mike
Straight pimping all white hoes
Down in San Diego peace to my man Diamond
Checking the hoe traps in Miami
Peace to my man Pimpin' Sam, down in Tampa
Florida i wanna say what's up to
Country, Suge and Royal
Checking red and dropping a dragon Murphy
To all them hoes in Philly
Yo, God bless Shadow Man
May he rest in peace
A true genius in the con game
Yo, 'nuff peace goes out to
Pretty Tony down in florida - i still call
You Leakin' Tone, nigga
'cause you ain't never had no ho
Peace to the pimp nigga Boobie
Had a big fat booster bitch
Peace to LA red and So Pretty
Down in Florida and any
Niggas claiming he had more than
Ten bitches in their stable
You know what i`m saying?
Peace to that one-eyed nigga Chuckle Up
With the
Hoe miss with a smelly feet goddamn
Y'all remember that shit?
And peace to my stick-up kid homie
Bysim down in Tampa, ah, yeah
Yo, i wanna say peace to my ex main ho Abbie
Didn't wanna cross the country, girl
'cause you're still hoeing, what's up?
Last but not least, i gotta say
Peace to my man Fresh Wes, las Vegas' best
From your homie Icy Mike, could nobody tell a
Bitch to get busy like you could, playa
Yeah, get at me now, if you hear this
Look me up
Cause it`s pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, stll pimpinest
Some more pimpinest and i`m outta here
I`d like to say Rest In Peace
To my man Kevin Izney
The flashiest nigga in his town
It will burn the shit
Out ya eyes if you ever look at his coat
And to the most bullshit
Talking nigga Young Sonny
He said he grew up in the
Wild woods to get his money
And my man Stevie who hip niggas to the game
Long time ago
And to the rest of the players in
This town that are still living:
Black Mad Jack
Moose Dog with his macking ass
With his blue hog, Mike
Sausage, Charlie Birds
Shevrone and all of the rest
Niggas in this town
And to you fly-ass bitches in this town
I gotta say what's
Up to both Kishas, Dome, Trees
Coochie, Gigi, Antcha, Trina
Monique and the rest of
The Peewee`s old doing
And to my niggas in Oakland
I'd like to say what's up
To my nigga Lucky, with the
Flyest bitches in the stroll
I will be seeing you in the traffic
And to my nigga Pierre what`s up? You still
Got that fly-ass perm in your hair?
I'd like to say what's up to
My nigga Young Mark and
To the nigga Pat, who's known
For laying the bitch traps
Got a bitch named Hennessy and
She`s burning a hundred proof
And to the rest of you
Hoes that's in Oakland, i`d like to say
What's up to Famous, i`d like to
Say what`s up to Lady T, known
As the Ass For A Technician i`d like
To say what`s up to my
Girl Trees, and to my partner Michelle
I`ve heard the bitch is sassy, mack nasty
And to the rest of you
Hoes that i forgot about
You ain't meant shit to me anyway
Peace, from Bigg Money Odis, enough said
PG time is over this goes out to all the
Macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(You ain't no pimp You a rest haven for hoes)
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they
Called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook
The red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact
Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes
We was East Coast niggas heading west
I was rolling shotgun
Cooling with my man Fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps
From the Las Vegas tags (On the Caddie)
'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin'
Pimp shit all of this was around spring '81
I was in the life and had
A good three year run
Anyway, one Friday on the side
Of the highway in LA my man Wes says "Hey
I got a bitch in San Diego" "Cool", I said
"I'll see ya in a couple of days
I'm gonna stay and play some LA hoes"
He said, "Alright playa, yo
I'll see you soon"
Yeah that's how real players kick it
See there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city
Like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knocked
A bitch named Cookie she says
"I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah?"
I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too
Did more stealin' than fucking
A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm trying to say I had a money making ho
But the Sunset track got stale
Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby
I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as
Soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was living back then I got to say that
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
They call it "ho po'" when you're leakin
So you know that ho po' is when yo po'
Cause you got no ho
I was po' but I wasn't ho po'
Cause I had one ho
But we was leakin cause the money was slow
"Cop and blow" means you're going up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas
To the back of GreyHounds
In San Diego, off Broadway
There used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th
Where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah
It's gonna be live"
I was working a double-breast silk weave suit
With my five hundred dollar
Brown knee-high Ballys wes said
"it's pimpish how you wear
'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwich in the alley"
'Ham sandwich' meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch whites with the chrome
Wheel kit on the back it was snotty nose
That means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill
For sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "there's bitches inside
You ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mackmackmackmackmack"
My man's pimp stroll was cold gangsta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed
"it's pimpin'!"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes 'fore
My people walked in
I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?"
She said, "cool, reach under the bar
So I can give you these few"
We always did it like that
In case the vice squad was peeping
This time they wasn't
But this nigga who was leaking
Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "nigga don't ya recognize the 'P'
When you see it?"
He said, "oh, yo I didn't know
I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "yeah
Well it's true that she's a ho"
He said, "she with you
Playa? cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "baby
I'm a raw motherfucker"
I said, "yeah, that might be true
But she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump on off slick
This one here's my shnucka"
He said, "whatchu mean by shnucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figure
You call your nigga nucka
Shnucka means she-nigga and figure this too
The bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"
He said, "but, I like her"
I said, "you must be a rookie
Now figure this three"
He cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "how do you feel about this
My dear?" i said
"nigga you don't check my bitch
Like I ain't standin' here!
Now I told you that this
Woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two
And we ain't the three
And most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son" he said
"to block another man's game is a shame"
I said, "leakin' ass nigga
Game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people
And I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' out
My tool from my pants
Shoulda capped his ass, but instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a
Pool stick 'round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away
We beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "baby you okay?"
I says, "yo
All of this excitement got you dizzy
What you standin' 'round watchin?
Bitch get busy!
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money!"
The bartender laughed, said
"you pimp niggas funny"
And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind
When I think how I was living back then
Cause yo
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the
Rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin'
A way to get ahead and then we got to use it
And you don't stop humpty Hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
You know what I'm sayin
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me) check it
Ho (do the ho catcher)
Ho (do the ho catcher)
(ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)
Doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me)
Kick it, doddie doe doe, doe-she doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(nothinnothin but the mack in me) i said
Doddie doe doe pimp the mother fuckin ho
(pimp that homack)
Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin? yeah
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin?
Oh yeah, it's time to rest dress and finess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?
Bitch whatcha doin sitting on your ass
Watchin' the cars go by?
Pat your feet on the concrete and
Go get my money woman!
Yeah, right about i wanna say peace to my
Man Shawn Michael Ocean who pimped hoes
You know what
I'm saying? And to my man Indian Mike
The three-card
Monte playing Gs, and my man Texas Mike
Straight pimping all white hoes
Down in San Diego peace to my man Diamond
Checking the hoe traps in Miami
Peace to my man Pimpin' Sam, down in Tampa
Florida i wanna say what's up to
Country, Suge and Royal
Checking red and dropping a dragon Murphy
To all them hoes in Philly
Yo, God bless Shadow Man
May he rest in peace
A true genius in the con game
Yo, 'nuff peace goes out to
Pretty Tony down in florida - i still call
You Leakin' Tone, nigga
'cause you ain't never had no ho
Peace to the pimp nigga Boobie
Had a big fat booster bitch
Peace to LA red and So Pretty
Down in Florida and any
Niggas claiming he had more than
Ten bitches in their stable
You know what i`m saying?
Peace to that one-eyed nigga Chuckle Up
With the
Hoe miss with a smelly feet goddamn
Y'all remember that shit?
And peace to my stick-up kid homie
Bysim down in Tampa, ah, yeah
Yo, i wanna say peace to my ex main ho Abbie
Didn't wanna cross the country, girl
'cause you're still hoeing, what's up?
Last but not least, i gotta say
Peace to my man Fresh Wes, las Vegas' best
From your homie Icy Mike, could nobody tell a
Bitch to get busy like you could, playa
Yeah, get at me now, if you hear this
Look me up
Cause it`s pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, stll pimpinest
Some more pimpinest and i`m outta here
I`d like to say Rest In Peace
To my man Kevin Izney
The flashiest nigga in his town
It will burn the shit
Out ya eyes if you ever look at his coat
And to the most bullshit
Talking nigga Young Sonny
He said he grew up in the
Wild woods to get his money
And my man Stevie who hip niggas to the game
Long time ago
And to the rest of the players in
This town that are still living:
Black Mad Jack
Moose Dog with his macking ass
With his blue hog, Mike
Sausage, Charlie Birds
Shevrone and all of the rest
Niggas in this town
And to you fly-ass bitches in this town
I gotta say what's
Up to both Kishas, Dome, Trees
Coochie, Gigi, Antcha, Trina
Monique and the rest of
The Peewee`s old doing
And to my niggas in Oakland
I'd like to say what's up
To my nigga Lucky, with the
Flyest bitches in the stroll
I will be seeing you in the traffic
And to my nigga Pierre what`s up? You still
Got that fly-ass perm in your hair?
I'd like to say what's up to
My nigga Young Mark and
To the nigga Pat, who's known
For laying the bitch traps
Got a bitch named Hennessy and
She`s burning a hundred proof
And to the rest of you
Hoes that's in Oakland, i`d like to say
What's up to Famous, i`d like to
Say what`s up to Lady T, known
As the Ass For A Technician i`d like
To say what`s up to my
Girl Trees, and to my partner Michelle
I`ve heard the bitch is sassy, mack nasty
And to the rest of you
Hoes that i forgot about
You ain't meant shit to me anyway
Peace, from Bigg Money Odis, enough said