We Still lyrics

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Send "We Still" Ringtone to your Cell [Intro:Big Pimp] Ha ha, off the top We back, Dirty Boyz A new beginnin` baby We doin` this thang with Nfinity, and motherfuckin` Rap-A-Lot Black Klown forever All my dirty boyz representing the motherfuckin` south Alabama that is Off the top, we still, and we still [Verse 1:Big Pimp] I`m a pimp to the first degree The same nigga teachin` the pimp game to you Shit, he heard it from me Occasionally, I sack and hustle herb on the street My cousin G say mac these hoes and leave the curb up to me So I`m oblidged--to tell every girl that I meet She wanna ride--she gotta get some dirt on her knees It hurt`em to see, they baby mama swervin` with me Left out your house with some pants but had a skirt underneath She in the heavy C-H-E-V 350 rockin` with the shift kit hurtin` the street She on the block like she workin` the street But if I get her in my car, I`mma have the bitch slurpin` for free Oh you say you wanna twirk for a fee? Well I ain`t no trick, BIOTCH I`ll have your ass workin` for me They call me Peter Wee, because I flirt with the freaks But you ain`t never seen me do it, you just heard it was me And I`m is... [Chorus:Big Pimp] (2x) We still pimpin` hoes, we still gangstafied We still ridin` vogues, we gettin` high We still in the club, we still sackin` wood We still on them tweety dubs, we still in the hood [Verse 2:G-Stacka] Now you know Gangsta stayin` blacked down, with a black 4-pound And`ll bust off rounds, in your chest until your back blow out Cause everyday I hit the corner with a cracked up ounce Them fiends see me, boy they start to do the Crackhead Bounce And I got grams, grams, and grams of blow Of pure white snow, I call myself the good-dope-store You`ll catch me deep off in the hood sittin` on all gold spokes Or probably smokin` on that wood, sippin` that Hypnot-o And my motto is:If you ain`t gangsta, you ain`t livin` right And if you ain`t pimpin` we got prescriptions that`ll get you tight I come from the street, so packin` heat is just a part of life And game on your wife, freak her one night now she a super dike And it`s the same damn thang everyday, flood the block with ya` They don`t smoke if they don`t pay I got a tech-9 in my waistline that`ll leave your smoke gray And in the hood is where you`ll find me on a daily paper chase [Chorus] [Verse 3:G-Stacka] Now when they see me, hell they holla "Gangsta what you got for bout two bills" I`ll give your ass a ten pack of triple stack X-pills And that`s real, cause a nigga out here tryin` to live I hit the block with a bunch of rocks until I stack me a mil` [Verse 4:Big Pimp] I shack/Shaq like O`neal, thirty-two O`s in the grill I point guard with G, but I coach them hoes like I`m Phil Niggas ask what I`ll be doin` if I ain`t have this deal And I tell them "The same thang for the last eighteen years" And that is... [Chorus] Send " We Still" Ringtone to your Cell We Still lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | We Still lyrics @ ELyrics | We Still lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | We Still lyrics @ Songlyrics | We Still lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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