Pimp'n Ain't EZ
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
I represent like I'm suppose to
The Westcoaster
Madd Head
The Westside locsta
Down with the gang truce
Still pack my duce duce
Ya never know when war
Might pop loose
Always and forever
Have I ever ran
Never
Whatever clever
Down for whatever
Dippin' on laces
Sippin' on cases
Fatt show laces
On a daily basis
I'ma G see
Fool I thought ya knew
Like Montell Jordan
This is how we do it
A caps
Croker Sack
83 Cadillacs
Tech and Mac
Crack sacs
And Gangsta Raps
And for ya niggas ain't heard me
I bring maddness
Sportin' westside on my jersey
Got the biz lockdown
Crews sweating bullets
Keeping it real
213 to the fullest
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Suckas run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
We ain't all in the same gang
Some slang
Some bang
I bring pain
But this ain't Wu-Tang
Ya got caught
But it ain't my fault
It's the wicked westsider
Who the fuck ya thought
Knocking your front door
Ya gotta let me in
213
Foe Life
Like Mack 10
Do I look like I'm smilin'
In fact I'm tearing shit up
From here to Long Island
Cleveland is believing
Props to Atlanta
But I rather sport Chuck T's
And a bandana
Nothing to gain
But a lot to lose
So I choose to shake fools
And put my coupe on cruise
(Nigga)
Hittin' the switch
Fuck ding dong ditch
Watch my G style switch
As I release my pitch
It's going on and on
Until the break of dawn
I don't sleep
Ya never catch me yawning
Kicking up much much dust
As I bust
If it ain't ruff
It ain't from Los Angeles
Pow
It's the Southern Cal Style
I can't be seen
No way
No how
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
I wanna hump it
Thump it
Turn it up
Straight bump it
If it ain't the bomb
Then the westcoast
Don't bump it
No disguise or in between the lines
Nigga I gotta have that G shit on mine
Either D.J. Quick or M.C. Eiht
My niggas Kausion
Flossin
Bumpin Bounce Rock Skate
I don't hip hop
I hop hip
When I dip
In my six tray Chevrolet rag top
Rollin' down Crenshaw strip
Trip
Ya know how we do it
Come to Animos avenue
And lounge with my crew
Shaking shit up from here to the Eastcoast
Representin' like America's most
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
But it sure is fun
I represent like I'm suppose to
The Westcoaster
Madd Head
The Westside locsta
Down with the gang truce
Still pack my duce duce
Ya never know when war
Might pop loose
Always and forever
Have I ever ran
Never
Whatever clever
Down for whatever
Dippin' on laces
Sippin' on cases
Fatt show laces
On a daily basis
I'ma G see
Fool I thought ya knew
Like Montell Jordan
This is how we do it
A caps
Croker Sack
83 Cadillacs
Tech and Mac
Crack sacs
And Gangsta Raps
And for ya niggas ain't heard me
I bring maddness
Sportin' westside on my jersey
Got the biz lockdown
Crews sweating bullets
Keeping it real
213 to the fullest
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Suckas run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
We ain't all in the same gang
Some slang
Some bang
I bring pain
But this ain't Wu-Tang
Ya got caught
But it ain't my fault
It's the wicked westsider
Who the fuck ya thought
Knocking your front door
Ya gotta let me in
213
Foe Life
Like Mack 10
Do I look like I'm smilin'
In fact I'm tearing shit up
From here to Long Island
Cleveland is believing
Props to Atlanta
But I rather sport Chuck T's
And a bandana
Nothing to gain
But a lot to lose
So I choose to shake fools
And put my coupe on cruise
(Nigga)
Hittin' the switch
Fuck ding dong ditch
Watch my G style switch
As I release my pitch
It's going on and on
Until the break of dawn
I don't sleep
Ya never catch me yawning
Kicking up much much dust
As I bust
If it ain't ruff
It ain't from Los Angeles
Pow
It's the Southern Cal Style
I can't be seen
No way
No how
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
I wanna hump it
Thump it
Turn it up
Straight bump it
If it ain't the bomb
Then the westcoast
Don't bump it
No disguise or in between the lines
Nigga I gotta have that G shit on mine
Either D.J. Quick or M.C. Eiht
My niggas Kausion
Flossin
Bumpin Bounce Rock Skate
I don't hip hop
I hop hip
When I dip
In my six tray Chevrolet rag top
Rollin' down Crenshaw strip
Trip
Ya know how we do it
Come to Animos avenue
And lounge with my crew
Shaking shit up from here to the Eastcoast
Representin' like America's most
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come
Pimp'n ain't EZ
But it sure is fun
Sucka run
When they see the real come