Too $hort, Lloyd, Erick Sermon - Buy U Some 2 lyrics
[Too $hort, Lloyd, Erick Sermon - Buy U Some 2 lyrics]
Pimpin' Incorporated, woo!
Aiyyo this is part two of the shit
Of Too $hort and E Dub
New York, Oakland, stand up
Show love you beeeitches
No need to talk about the reeiches
I mean Trump punk
Understand we back, rap mack, I'm Goldie
I'm an oldie but goodie, in jeans and hoodie
Outside is the Benz McLaren
The doors lift up
Next week the new Bentley Coupe I'll pick up
A chick like Jessica Rabbit lays in back
Young Lloyd in the back serenadin the crack
Yup, ask my nigga X man, "I'm vanglorious"
Nigga they call me ex land
Dough before sex man
I spend cash when I want and you save
I'm a peeeimp, it say that on my Banner
Ask Dave my favorite color is blue
But, I ain't crippin
I like Too $hort too, but "I Ain't Trippin
" uhh
Me and Erick Sermon in a
Benz on the interstate
Wish this motherfucker had wings cause
You in the way
Let the car pass, we ain't signin autographs
Unless you got every tape with
Every rhyme I ever rapped
We rollin non-stop to the A T-L
How we stayin on top? You cain't make me tell
And no we don't claim to be the biggest stars
But when they see nigga's cars bitches pause
Tryin to, find a way to be my friend
Climb in her vagina so deep, I'm in
And all these mad rappers tryin
To flag me down i throw a piece sign
I'm 'bout to turn back around
But, I keep flyin, lil' homey keep rhymin
While you keep whinin
When you see me big timin
Cain't keep it to myself, man I had to tell
You still rappin in my ear
I'm still mad as hell
In the, big do', six-fo' deluxe
Ridin slow while the hydro's rollin up
Gettin paged different dames la-di
Da what's up
Say they tired of playin games and
They tryin to fuck wit'chu
Spittin game, watch 'em open up
Oh, yes I love sex so just my luck
Ain't too many young niggas get
Mo' bucks than us
And shorty fuck the price I
Like ice on my nuts
Hey, you never met a nigga like me
I don't think you ever met a nigga like me
Aiyyo this is part two of the shit
Of Too $hort and E Dub
New York, Oakland, stand up
Show love you beeeitches
No need to talk about the reeiches
I mean Trump punk
Understand we back, rap mack, I'm Goldie
I'm an oldie but goodie, in jeans and hoodie
Outside is the Benz McLaren
The doors lift up
Next week the new Bentley Coupe I'll pick up
A chick like Jessica Rabbit lays in back
Young Lloyd in the back serenadin the crack
Yup, ask my nigga X man, "I'm vanglorious"
Nigga they call me ex land
Dough before sex man
I spend cash when I want and you save
I'm a peeeimp, it say that on my Banner
Ask Dave my favorite color is blue
But, I ain't crippin
I like Too $hort too, but "I Ain't Trippin
" uhh
Me and Erick Sermon in a
Benz on the interstate
Wish this motherfucker had wings cause
You in the way
Let the car pass, we ain't signin autographs
Unless you got every tape with
Every rhyme I ever rapped
We rollin non-stop to the A T-L
How we stayin on top? You cain't make me tell
And no we don't claim to be the biggest stars
But when they see nigga's cars bitches pause
Tryin to, find a way to be my friend
Climb in her vagina so deep, I'm in
And all these mad rappers tryin
To flag me down i throw a piece sign
I'm 'bout to turn back around
But, I keep flyin, lil' homey keep rhymin
While you keep whinin
When you see me big timin
Cain't keep it to myself, man I had to tell
You still rappin in my ear
I'm still mad as hell
In the, big do', six-fo' deluxe
Ridin slow while the hydro's rollin up
Gettin paged different dames la-di
Da what's up
Say they tired of playin games and
They tryin to fuck wit'chu
Spittin game, watch 'em open up
Oh, yes I love sex so just my luck
Ain't too many young niggas get
Mo' bucks than us
And shorty fuck the price I
Like ice on my nuts
Hey, you never met a nigga like me
I don't think you ever met a nigga like me