Correction Paroles Cop Yo Drop par Pimp C

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Uh, it's young Pimp C, know what I'm talkin 'bout
Sweet Jones
Puttin' it down one time with uh, Lil Derrick
Smoked Outt Records (Smoked Outt Records), and the Pimp
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Hol' up, smoke somethin'

You can catch me in the club with a case of Cris
In the casino with Juvie, shootin a thousand and sh*t
On the Mercedes Benz lot cause I wrecked the 6
Look, about to get a new one, f**k getting it fixed
At a suite in the Marriott wit'cha b*t*h
While I'm breaking down these bricks she eatin' my d**k
f**k a drought, I got 20 quarters for 6
Soft or hard, that's on you take your pick
Corvette, since I'm tall I stretched the b*t*h
I love ice so much I baguetted the wrist
And I know you broke cats don't wanna hear this sh*t, at all
But guess what? I ain't talkin to y'all
See my main man Frog, I tossed him something
20 birds off G.P., he don't owe me nothing
Look that's yo sh*t, you can f**k it up
Drank Cris 'till you throw up, what what

n***a rock yo ice, n***a cop yo drop (cop yo drop)
You got work, It's a drought n***a tax yo block (tax yo block)
Think a n***a hatin': then c*ck yo Glock (c*ck yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt, n***a let off shots (let off shots)
n***a rock yo ice, n***a cop yo drop (cop yo drop)
It's a drought, you got work n***a tax yo block (tax yo block)
Think a n***a hatin': c*ck the Glock (c*ck yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt, n***a let off shots (let off shots)

Big guns with drums, what I bring out for war
I make my funds on the block slangin' raw
Throw away my ones, I like big face money
All you slow folks need some big face hundreds
Range Rover, been done it
Whole new level
Got more ice in my bezel than the zoo got pets
When I'm out clubbing, girls be like "look at his wrist"
Yeah look at it glisten, look at it glisten
I'm H-O-T, come on give me my props
I got a Jag, Ferrari, and a Bentley drop
3 mansions and a yacht, plus I own some land
Never in my life had a job, always sold cocaine
18 and I'm rich, livin' it up
Drink Cristal like it's water, out a platinum cup
And if I drink too much, look I'm throwing it up
Take a hundred out my pocket and wipe it up
Grab the mic and the whole crowd, hype it up
'Cause the sh*t I spit be tight as f**k
Tomorrow, I'm buying a BMW truck
With my lil n***a Haze, just came home from the feds
Buck nose painted out, it's really gon' be his
If he need a lil work, I'll supply him with that
And if he don't wanna hustle, I'll give him some stacks
And if he need a heater I'll give him a gat
Tell him to ride, protect, and serve with that
What what, what what, what what n***a

n***a rock yo ice, n***a cop yo drop (cop yo drop)
You got work, it's a drought, n***a tax yo block (tax yo block)
Think a n***a hatin': c*ck the Glock (c*ck yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt, n***a let off shots (let off shots)
n***a rock yo ice, n***a cop yo drop (cop yo drop)
It's a drought, you got work n***a tax yo block (tax yo block)
Think a n***a hatin': c*ck the Glock (c*ck yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt, n***a let off shots (let off shots)

Uh, on the grind everyday
I keep up in the game 'cause the game still pay
Whippin' on the grain, livin' the fly way
Always blow dozier on the highway
I heard somebody say that the game is dead
That's a punk ass n***a, must've fell on his head
Cause only b*t*h n***as would stop and live funny
'Cause all the real n***as chasin' dirty money
Buying new cars like the brand new Benz
And f**kin' bad yellow hammers, come in football ends
Sippin' cups of lean, watching the screen
Coming down clean, b*t*h you know what I mean
I keep a candy truck and a candy cup
And I'm parking lot pimpin', f**king these hoes up
Since I was 17 I been a legend in Texas
Will never hesitate to put that thang on them flexers
Sweet Jones, I can't stop
Hit the corner in the 5, lettin' the top drop

Hol up, Smoked Outt b*t*h
Sweet Jones, know what I'm talkin' bout
Uh-huh, hol up, hol up

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