Nile Rodgers - Pimp Slapp'd lyrics

[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick Now just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a f**, so blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this b**h, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick off in this funky-a** rhythm It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg ain't diss y'all I got a couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Real, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Campanella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mausberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had to show some love Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you bein jealous of what I does Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast In the paint playin post - I back you down Like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wilshire Boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Ho Card+ .. I f**ed all your groupies When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy With the f*gs and snitches, no k**ers just b**hes And you was payin n***as off with all my riches You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'? Oh I know (b**h!) But I walk the mainline everytime I go down You can check my G Files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on you Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other n***as just crumbs off my table You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop" I started yo' sh** and I will end yo' sh** If you keep talkin sh** on Crip! [Hook 1: repeat 2X] It all boils down to the fact That you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous a** n***a) It all boils down to the fact That you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [Hook 2: repeat 2X] Money, I get it, paper I got it I got the dope Heaters, I keep em, b**hes I got em Run up, ya get done up, I stay one up [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the an*s Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worse than them devils Alotta n***as should've said it, f** em But I'mma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This n***a's a b**h like his wife Suge Knight's a b**h, and that's on my life And I'mma let the whole world see Cause you f**ed up the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, n***a, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cause I'll f** every last one of em up, especially Kurupt (shshshsh) See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up (what's up) He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cause these n***as trippin, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected misdirected, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you bu*t naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Do Double in the hood again (Eastside) Spinning that real times, spitting that real sh** To make the whole world feel it (feel it) So put the bacon in the sk**et (hahaha), and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, n***a [Hook 1] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, b**hes I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous a** n***a