Edo G - You Can't Slip lyrics

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Edo G - You Can't Slip lyrics

Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the s** You gots to be a businessman to keep them thangs in check I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em just for fun But you should see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run! Back in '82 I used to roll a gold Caddy Females were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy But pimpin' came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em Show them fake ID's so we could step across the border We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your morals We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game How can you run the ladies when you're only 17? I speak from experience when I say "Turn around!" 'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me down She was only 17 but she was lookin' 21 5'9", street-tough and packin' guns But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was soft Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could toss 911 is flashin' crazy on my pager I pushed the trunk bu*ton and I load the 12 gauge Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail Smoke a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the suite I never let my agents take them tricks out on the street If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho couldn't k** her Body found face down, floatin' in the green river You can't slip! Not in this pimpin' game, chief! No no, you can't slip! You can't slip Yo E-Dog, tell them what's up with that slangin' and bangin', chief! Verse 2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot) You can't slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell No!) Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!) 'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be prepared Or a n***a like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??) High sightin' n***a rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!) Drops 6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!) But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up And bones are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!) A straight jack on a fella with a fat sack Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!) Came through servin' but you went out gettin' served (Peace!) Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!) Now it's time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!) Trade him for some ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!) Say it's 'bout the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!) But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my name (Word.) So now I'm straight addicted to the jackin' and the slangin' Cross court saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin' But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, well you're wrong! I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!) So here we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!) A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!) And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the spot But little do I know, there's a lesson to be taught The brother pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!" *gunshots* ("OH sh*t, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay! He walks up slowly, then he looks me in my eye Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die! (Lil' cake-a** gang n***a, you can't jack for these D's! See ya!) *gun co*king, shot* (C'mon, let's go, n***a!) *sirens* (Shouldn't have been a s**a, n***a!) *door closing* (Punk motherf**er!! Yeah!) *car skids off* You can't slip You can't slip. Oh, you better pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh You can't slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh? Well, you can't slip! *creepy organ music* Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin' me how they growin' Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you where you're goin' You can't slip. Peace