Tone Lōc - Pimp Without a Caddy lyrics
[Tone Lōc - Pimp Without a Caddy lyrics]
Hit me aaah yeeeaah
That's the flavor right there
Sho' you're right
Yo, tell em what it's all about, man
All that ballin' thing
How you got it goin' and on and on with that
Huh (Tell em what it's all about)
I'm a straight up hustler, never
Grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, ho
Some say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin' where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin' hard
To make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim
Is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point
Comes the bullet the trigger's aimin', yo
I ain't afraid to pull it
Cause in the city you never
Know what can come up
You turn your back and what's up
- a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo
It's kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an
Oath to carryin' on
I let him know this ain't the time and place
But there will be a time and place
And I'mma smoke his ass
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy
You think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin'? Just a OG type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days of young
Now the pimpin' I talkin' 'bout
It don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since back in the day
Junior High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days when
Loc's was called insanes
And I was coolin' with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin' the pointed
Tips of my Stacy's
Strollin' the street with my
Sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then that was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me
In was deadly precise
I ain't never had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin' up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
Just a little bad goose neck, uknowmsayin'?
Wasn't really into a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin' his own thing
Straight get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very well respected
It ain't all about who you're bangin'
Gangbangin' or how much dope you're slingin'
It's all about gettin' your life established
And when you're livin' like Loc
Your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and different
Type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things that I see
You're startin' to get the picture how
They start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
Cause that's entirely a different
Type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my success
Not rollin' around makin' women undress
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache
Cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin'? It was on to the break of dawn
I got it like that i'm sworn to the hood
But check i got things to do
Check this out
An OG for life, and that's what I have to be
Just like the homies standin' front
And back of me and when you see us
Don't ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know
What's our profession
We're servin' suckers techniques
And good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft just because I
Went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got
Him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known
To do it on occasion
And engagin' in 44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes
Knowin' theirs shabby
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin'? Straight up down for the crown
Tribe thing, uknowmsayin'?
No matter who you are or where you come from
When they push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to come out swingin'
Uknowmsayin' and that's straight up real
No matter where you're from
Laws of the street pimpin' style
Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide
Special shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew
Special shout-out to ATL
What's up with your football game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't know
To all the homies on the Westside
That's the flavor right there
Sho' you're right
Yo, tell em what it's all about, man
All that ballin' thing
How you got it goin' and on and on with that
Huh (Tell em what it's all about)
I'm a straight up hustler, never
Grew up in the ghetto, though
Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, ho
Some say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin' where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin' hard
To make you hyper
The rhymes are pin-point and aim
Is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point
Comes the bullet the trigger's aimin', yo
I ain't afraid to pull it
Cause in the city you never
Know what can come up
You turn your back and what's up
- a sucker runs up
And then you're left in a stand-still
Nine times out of ten, yo
It's kill or be killed
So I sit back and observe what goes on
So when a brother feels an
Oath to carryin' on
I let him know this ain't the time and place
But there will be a time and place
And I'mma smoke his ass
Throw him so deep in the ground, boy
You think he was grass
And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin'? Just a OG type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days of young
Now the pimpin' I talkin' 'bout
It don't include girls
I pimp microphones and rock worlds
I been a gangsta since back in the day
Junior High School, I think it was in '78
Back in the days when
Loc's was called insanes
And I was coolin' with my big cousin Nobrain
Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me
Scared of catchin' the pointed
Tips of my Stacy's
Strollin' the street with my
Sweet girl Jackie
Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis
Back then that was the style and it was ice
And every gear you saw me
In was deadly precise
I ain't never had a problem on any block
Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin' up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
Just a little bad goose neck, uknowmsayin'?
Wasn't really into a whole lotta bullshit
Just doin' his own thing
Straight get his scrap on
But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin
That's why he was very well respected
It ain't all about who you're bangin'
Gangbangin' or how much dope you're slingin'
It's all about gettin' your life established
And when you're livin' like Loc
Your life is lavish
Everything, from my living to my bathtub
The exotic women and different
Type of backrubs
The places I travel, the things that I see
You're startin' to get the picture how
They start to juice me?
You can't compare me to wanna-pimps whimps
Cause that's entirely a different
Type of pimp
Longevity is the key to my success
Not rollin' around makin' women undress
I am a player, petty actions surveyor
Never heard about a headache
Cause I use Vaya
So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin'? It was on to the break of dawn
I got it like that i'm sworn to the hood
But check i got things to do
Check this out
An OG for life, and that's what I have to be
Just like the homies standin' front
And back of me and when you see us
Don't ask stupid questions
Are we gangbangin? You know
What's our profession
We're servin' suckers techniques
And good rhymes
Big Buds, loose women and good times
I don't hesitate to check a boy in a second
He thinks I'm soft just because I
Went and made a record
It's that petty thought that got
Him all smoked out
By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out
I nutted up and I'm known
To do it on occasion
And engagin' in 44s and 12-gauges
Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard
And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards
I came to battle with rhymes
Knowin' theirs shabby
OG loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin'? Straight up down for the crown
Tribe thing, uknowmsayin'?
No matter who you are or where you come from
When they push you back to the wall
You got no choice but to come out swingin'
Uknowmsayin' and that's straight up real
No matter where you're from
Laws of the street pimpin' style
Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide
Special shout-out to my homies EPMD
Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew
Special shout-out to ATL
What's up with your football game?
Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't know
To all the homies on the Westside