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[EightBall] Let it loose Mature content Here we come again bitch, in your mothafuckin' face EightBall and M-J-fuckin'-G rippin' up the place Comin' out hard, like I told you I was gonna do At the Marriott, lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do Not because I paid her, or made her Nigga who, you think I be a trick and give my money up? Uh No, no, I got game for a hoe Baggets and combo In a wooded out Tahoe Murder niggaz Cane slangin', gang bangin' Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled I remember walkin' up and down Orange Mound Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps Country niggaz, tinted out, gettin' fucked up The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this You critisize this, bitch, I gotta live this So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through Songtexte [Chrous] Stompin', Pimpin' You can't fuck with this Stompin', Pimpin' Ain't no competition Stompin', Pimpin' We the shit nigga Stompin', Pimpin' Bitch come and get some [MJG] We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin' Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't Hell, Suave House got it locked down Nigga, you shouldn't, even try To fuck with M-J should I pimp this for excersize Woman, I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's I got my P-H-T-D Pimp hoes to death in '83 Memories they rollin' over dick riders, keep me focused Huh, what you say bro, you aint' know this Get off the ground, now you know this And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old, Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids, and a, can I see you shades? Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws? Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch Go suck some balls Ain't no stoppin' us Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly Fuck you, if you, niggaz ain't with me Cool ass teacher Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga Stompin', pimpin' [Chorus] [EightBall] Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth Stay away from funky niggaz, cause they turn to thieves On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees Shootin' game, with hard core rap agility Cross the globe with my southern mackability Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga, we pack nigga This ain't no act nigga [Chorus] Come and get some 98, these weak niggaz death date Bitch come and get some Yeah Uh, uh Make it funky for 'em Play it back one time Straight Stompin', Pimpin'' Space Age forever What you say? Know what I'm sayin'? What you say? Let me ride, for my real niggaz Uh Yeah EightBall the fat mack (one time) And MJG Space Age forever Suave House nigga Suave House nigga Suave House nigga Suave House nigga Know what I'm talkin' about? Um Keep it goin' baby Um Split one Fill it up Roll it up Spark it up (fire it up) Know what I'm sayin'? Smoke with me Smoke with me Get high with me Nigga ride with me Bitch come and get some Aus Songtexte Mania