Joie 13, E-40 - Paul Mack lyrics
[Joie 13, E-40 - Paul Mack lyrics]
They tricking they treating
This game is like Halloween
13 with a Vader mask
Pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping deep space
When I'm slaying whores
Give thanks for my daily bread ask
Yourself what you praying for
Alle Alle auch sind frei fresh
Off a copping spree
The bag touched down it's like
A self fulfilling prophecy
I skip to my Mary Lou my flip is gymnastic
Hit her with Mac Dre she never seen a savage
Raw like the dirty bastard but
Call me Mr clean a non violent takeover like
Martin Luther King
From Malcolm X's stomping ground
Where Magic Johnson balled
My pen game is hella
Sharp from vandalizing walls
French kissing Alexandra inside
A bathroom stall
Joie got the strip jumping just
Like a shopping mall i hit em with the 8
Ball it's space age pimping
All you got to do is listen
And you'll hear Richard sniffing
Real live rail ripping I
Call it blade running
Joie dropping hella names he
Must be Game's cousin
1 fiend 2 fiend 3 fiend 4
Somebody bless the DJ because he got the pure
Who am I? I'm the guy what you do? I replied
Rap now but I use to push
Pies way back in 1985
1985 should of been dead but I'm still alive
International world wide gotta thank
God I survived
You might want to hide your boo
Some pimps don't wear suit's
Just jeans and tennis shoes
Flyer than a parachute
Everybody know my handle keep
Lit like a candle
Light a cigarette Camel far bank roll man doe
I don't like suckers bitchin'
Made mother fuckers
Back stabbing ass pions barking
Over there fiancé say, the bitch chose me
Took a shot crown some tangeray
Dick her down she call me everyday
Lost and found now she hear to stay
Her ex dude's a clown nigga don't like me
I make him bow down the K I pull the K
Put it to his crown send him in his way
It make sound let him know
I don't play California that's
What we do everyday
This game is like Halloween
13 with a Vader mask
Pimp C with a laser beam
Rely on my pimping deep space
When I'm slaying whores
Give thanks for my daily bread ask
Yourself what you praying for
Alle Alle auch sind frei fresh
Off a copping spree
The bag touched down it's like
A self fulfilling prophecy
I skip to my Mary Lou my flip is gymnastic
Hit her with Mac Dre she never seen a savage
Raw like the dirty bastard but
Call me Mr clean a non violent takeover like
Martin Luther King
From Malcolm X's stomping ground
Where Magic Johnson balled
My pen game is hella
Sharp from vandalizing walls
French kissing Alexandra inside
A bathroom stall
Joie got the strip jumping just
Like a shopping mall i hit em with the 8
Ball it's space age pimping
All you got to do is listen
And you'll hear Richard sniffing
Real live rail ripping I
Call it blade running
Joie dropping hella names he
Must be Game's cousin
1 fiend 2 fiend 3 fiend 4
Somebody bless the DJ because he got the pure
Who am I? I'm the guy what you do? I replied
Rap now but I use to push
Pies way back in 1985
1985 should of been dead but I'm still alive
International world wide gotta thank
God I survived
You might want to hide your boo
Some pimps don't wear suit's
Just jeans and tennis shoes
Flyer than a parachute
Everybody know my handle keep
Lit like a candle
Light a cigarette Camel far bank roll man doe
I don't like suckers bitchin'
Made mother fuckers
Back stabbing ass pions barking
Over there fiancé say, the bitch chose me
Took a shot crown some tangeray
Dick her down she call me everyday
Lost and found now she hear to stay
Her ex dude's a clown nigga don't like me
I make him bow down the K I pull the K
Put it to his crown send him in his way
It make sound let him know
I don't play California that's
What we do everyday