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HBD to Chad Butler. I thought this would be a great way celebrate
MY Top Ten Favorite Pimp C verses
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HBD to Chad Butler. I thought this would be a great way celebrate
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10.Cuase Im a Playa
Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin'
Movin' to the Internet, keep that p*ssy droppin'
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up
If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shyt I took it up
She wanted me to hit her p*ssy I'ma go off in her butt
What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bytch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya p*ssy is a pit bull bytch, gon' and lock it
fukkin' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me, ya bytch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp see bytch I got a zoo off in my closet
Movin' to the Internet, keep that p*ssy droppin'
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up
If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shyt I took it up
She wanted me to hit her p*ssy I'ma go off in her butt
What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bytch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya p*ssy is a pit bull bytch, gon' and lock it
fukkin' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me, ya bytch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp see bytch I got a zoo off in my closet
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9.Knockin Doorz Down
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. to Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fukkin mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them nikkaz come together know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshyttin
Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get (money to be get)
Paul Wall and that Koopa s'til ain't talkin (uh!)
Money speak, all that bullshyt keep walkin (uh!)
Y'all nikkaz got the game fukked up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the fukk UP! (shut the fukk up!)
'Cause y'all keepin up that bullshyt rappin (uh!)
The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)
The same stupid ass nikkaz s'til ain't figured it out
Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the South! (uh!)
Y'all need to get up out the dumb shyt (out the dumb shyt!)
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shyt nikka!
Anything else said need to shut ya fukkin mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them nikkaz come together know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshyttin
Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get (money to be get)
Paul Wall and that Koopa s'til ain't talkin (uh!)
Money speak, all that bullshyt keep walkin (uh!)
Y'all nikkaz got the game fukked up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the fukk UP! (shut the fukk up!)
'Cause y'all keepin up that bullshyt rappin (uh!)
The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)
The same stupid ass nikkaz s'til ain't figured it out
Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the South! (uh!)
Y'all need to get up out the dumb shyt (out the dumb shyt!)
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shyt nikka!
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8.Front, Back & Side to Side
I got a '64 Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside ? is fresh
Triple gold double, A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I got them sixteen switches like Dre
Cos where I'm from fool that's what everybody play
UGK-1 written smooth on my plates
Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by the Colt I see some women looking fine
I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind
Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump
I got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh
I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man
I got the, front back, and side to side daddy
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside ? is fresh
Triple gold double, A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I got them sixteen switches like Dre
Cos where I'm from fool that's what everybody play
UGK-1 written smooth on my plates
Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake
I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's
I'm dipping by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys
I pass by the Colt I see some women looking fine
I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind
Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump
I got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh
I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man
I got the, front back, and side to side daddy
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7.Trill nikkaz Don't Die
Some nikkas win, and some nikkas lose
Some nikkas getting bruised, some always crying to blues
Some nikkas already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo'
Big shoes ho' choose, ain't paying dues no mo'
Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school ho'
Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules ho'
I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore dikkies was cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets
The young B.G.'s, really love to thump
fukk radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping p*ssy, and the boys with the blow
Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it ho'
Some nikkas getting bruised, some always crying to blues
Some nikkas already lost, and ain't gon lose no mo'
Big shoes ho' choose, ain't paying dues no mo'
Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school ho'
Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules ho'
I was sagging in my khaki's, 'fore dikkies was cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets
The young B.G.'s, really love to thump
fukk radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping p*ssy, and the boys with the blow
Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here repping for it ho'
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6. Get Throwed
Pimp C P.A. Trill nikka
Polo f*ck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other nikkas shyt don't come back right
That's how nikkas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these nikkaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, f*ck a fight
Cause nikkas out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nikka f*ck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain
Polo f*ck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab, sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other nikkas shyt don't come back right
That's how nikkas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these nikkaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, f*ck a fight
Cause nikkas out here jack every night
I keep my mind on my money nikka f*ck the fame
Big face hun'erds, keepin' the game
Hittin' the corner in the candy thang
Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain
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5.Diamonds & Wood
Flipping through the Ave, tryna see some good
But everythang is still the same, in my neighborhood
nikkas frown when you up, and smile when you down
And when you change for the better, shife fools stop coming around
I see the jealousy and hating and the wicked ways
We all lost children, praisin' paper, smoking our life away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me, but all we do now is fukk and fight
My conscience fukk wit' me so much that I can't eat or sleep
The other side of selling dope and out there running the streets
And even though I'm gaining street fame, coming from this rap game
Lustful thinking and compulsive drinking is a normal thang
Some get erased and misplaced, trying to win the race
Some try to hold on to they place, by smoking wit' lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gon' change the hood
I'm smoking skunk and popping the trunk to make me feel good
But everythang is still the same, in my neighborhood
nikkas frown when you up, and smile when you down
And when you change for the better, shife fools stop coming around
I see the jealousy and hating and the wicked ways
We all lost children, praisin' paper, smoking our life away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me, but all we do now is fukk and fight
My conscience fukk wit' me so much that I can't eat or sleep
The other side of selling dope and out there running the streets
And even though I'm gaining street fame, coming from this rap game
Lustful thinking and compulsive drinking is a normal thang
Some get erased and misplaced, trying to win the race
Some try to hold on to they place, by smoking wit' lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gon' change the hood
I'm smoking skunk and popping the trunk to make me feel good
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Since we at the top 5 here are five of my favorite from a fellow southern hiphop duo 8Ball and MJG
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4.I Miss My Homies
We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys
But I'd give up all that bullshyt if I could get back my boy
Off in the club smokin' weed 'til 3, hollerin' at the hoes
Spendin' $4000 on me on gators and clothes
When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
nikka told me, "C, leave that dope, 'cause rappin' is yo thang"
I ain't gon' even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin' why the real nikkas always the ones to die
So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the nikkas in the game that be sellin' ki's
I keep my memories, try to keep my head strong
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
But I'd give up all that bullshyt if I could get back my boy
Off in the club smokin' weed 'til 3, hollerin' at the hoes
Spendin' $4000 on me on gators and clothes
When I turned to rap, he had to chase the game
nikka told me, "C, leave that dope, 'cause rappin' is yo thang"
I ain't gon' even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin' why the real nikkas always the ones to die
So I just smoke my weed and try to clear my mind
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the nikkas in the game that be sellin' ki's
I keep my memories, try to keep my head strong
But baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone
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3.Sippin on some syrup
I'm trill working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
fukk nikkas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shyt
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shyt off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow tuss
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp
Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
fukk nikkas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shyt
You got the funny Geneva watch, with the Ferrari kit
Take that monkey shyt off, you embarrassing us
I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow tuss
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp
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2.Int'l Players Anthem
My bytch a choosin' lover, never fukk without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoe's get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fukk with $40 in the club
fukkin' up the game, bytch it gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some hoe's wanna choose but them bytches too scary
Your bytch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoe's get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fukk with $40 in the club
fukkin' up the game, bytch it gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some hoe's wanna choose but them bytches too scary
Your bytch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
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Now before I drop number 1
Heres my favorite verse Bun B ever spit
^He murdered that shyt.
Heres my favorite verse Bun B ever spit
^He murdered that shyt.
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And number 1 should have been obvious but
1.One Day
1.One Day
I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime
Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line
Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights
nikkas be lookin shife so I look shife back
Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked
Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me
This bytches tryin to lock me up for the whole century
They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask Bun B bytch I aint no liar
My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire
And then when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home
Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone
Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line
Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights
nikkas be lookin shife so I look shife back
Cant show no weakness in these streets you'll get yo life jacked
Mayn its a trip where i stay especially for me
This bytches tryin to lock me up for the whole century
They gave my boy down in Florida Dante 19
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean
My world a trip you can ask Bun B bytch I aint no liar
My man RoRo jus lost his baby in a house fire
And then when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God why he let these killas live and take my homeboy's son away
Man if you got kids show em you love em cuz God jus might call em home
Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone
In no order:
Pocket Full of Stones
One Day
Hi Life
Let Me See It
Take it Off
International Players Anthem
Heaven
Shattered Dreams
Knocking Doors Down
Big Pimpin
Pocket Full of Stones
One Day
Hi Life
Let Me See It
Take it Off
International Players Anthem
Heaven
Shattered Dreams
Knocking Doors Down
Big Pimpin
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Mr Seasoning Salt, he was no technical lyrical miracle type MC but he brought that "shyt" to every track he was on. Very distinctive voice and delivery. RIP and HBD. Long live the Pimp. One of my undisputed GOATs
