Corrección Letra Pimpin’ Appealin’ par Mac Dre

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Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a b*t*h with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I knock a b*t*h with this pimpin' appealin'
Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'
I need money to touch the ceiling

Short cutthroat cuddie, cold as snow cones
Es Telemundo - what's up, holmes?
Mac Drevious, Northern Califas
Two hundred diamonds shinin' in my teefas
Backwoods leafas, only
I say "cuddie," you say "homie"
b*t*hes all on me, I don't sweat it
Tryna get wetted, any other sh*t, dead it
Believe me if I said it, it's the real deal
Like Evander Holy-muh'f**kin'-field
No pill, hand her half
These shrooms got you, make me laugh
I'm a rock star trapped in a rapper's body
That's why I always turn out the party
Cutthroat, down for the murder and killage
Right now, soak up this verbal spillage

Pull up on the scene, let me out
'Cause I'ma bump a b*t*h, ain't no doubt
I spit that sh*t that they love to hear
That's why I catch chlamydia twice a year
My game run deep, just ask my daddy
How you think I know about that four-door Caddy?
Trues and Vogues, and hella beat
Full-blooded gangstas with hella heat
Big old choppas and throwaways
Why need a job, I keep a ho at bay
Hook me up, foot the bill
And every night, put the scrill
In the bank, up under my mattress
Another hundred thou', watch how I scat this
And burn rubber, no time for kissin'
Turn down the beat, y'all need to listen

Facin' trigger locks on my hoes on the block
Used to keep a Glock and a pocket full of rock
Gotta have a knot and a whip that's hot
Can't be shot, no hustle, no spot
How can I be lost and clueless?
No hoes, no weed, broke and jewel-less?
You sound so foolish, so old school-ish
When bubblegums and certs jackets was the coolest
I went from BMX to full-dressed hogs
It's b*t*hes in the back and they f**kin' like dogs
It's the American dream, scream if it's your nightmare
It's ugly but it's fair, so I gotta stack my money all the way up to there
All the way up to there, all the way up to there, all the way up to there

I'll tell you the truth
I'm LaGhetto LaMossie, and I'm the cognac killer
And it don't get no better than this

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