[First Verse: Kangol Slim]
Picture me peelin' out in a Deville Lac
The Deville I'm peelin' out in is bustin' crushin'
Diamonds ain't no thang
Check out the ice on my fist
Cardier wear flexin' on the wrist
And my n***as makin' money like they supposed to
The front seat of my Lac, feels just like a La-Z-Boy sofa
I'm stackin' paper I'm makin'
I'm makin' paper I'm stackin', these hatin' n***as tryin' to do a jackin'
But I'm decappin', the first n***a I see
If I feel he's gonna do some harm to me
Protectin' me, by any means necessary
In New Orleans, n***as k**in' for less than a G
That's why it be, just me and my P-N-C
Straight screamin' seventeen til' I D-I-E
Givin' all playa haters the blues it's a shame
What they do to that poor alligator to make our shoes
We pimpin' the scene
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm movin' in my ride
(Do you wanna ride?)
My hats tilt to the side
(Side to Side)
Ridin' with a Gangsta Lean
You know a n***a pimpin' the scene
(A n***a pimpin' the scene)
[Second Verse: Misdemeanor]
See I be, pimpin' the scene cuz lil' red from the South
Got that accent, plus I got them slugs in my mouth
Ain't no sellin' out, boot n***as, love to shoot n***as
Better recruit n***as
We crackin' domes and splittin' vests n***as
I see you grabbin' yo lady cuz she lookin' at me shady
You must have seen that Devilish grin, that your girl gave me
She slipped the number in, pa**ed it to her girlfriend
She gave me eyes again, her and her so-called friend
I got'z to do them in, both of them broads gotta be done
And I ain't doin' this sh** for reppin', it's just for fun
That's how it's done, on the one, then I'm on the run
I play this game here for real and that's the way it come
[Chorus]
[Third Verse: Kangol Slim]
Check it
This goes out to all my n***as, who ain't got it
And to all my real n***as, who bout it bout it
If you ain't got a clean ride, muthaf** it
Still pimp the scene if you ridin' in a bucket
I ain't even gonna make it look like the finer things don't get props
Cuz every living motherf**a got 'em
So I don't give a f**
If you ridin' in a Olds Cutla** or an Expedition truck
Put it on the Neutral ground and bump the sounds, let your sh** straight floss
Rev the engine up, show them b**hes you got dual exhaust
It pays the cost to be the boss where I'm from
n***as scared of the gun, scared to go out, and have a lil' fun
But not me, I'm gone continue to pop bottles of wine
Keep my diamonds on shine in the nine
For the n***a tryin' to take mine
I never know when my day gone come, but until then
I'm down in New Orleans, know what I mean? Pimpin' the scene
[Chorus] (3x)