The Earthquake Institute - Super B-Boy Pimpin' lyrics

(The Earthquake Institute in background) [Female] What's up, party people I'm chillin' with The Earthquake Institute, live [Spitball] What's up, girl [Female] All our listeners wanna know one thing How you livin' (Super B-boy pimpin') (Verse 1) [Spitball] It's a lifestyle, wild style life, I'm a night owl Baldheaded B-boy, futuristic mack With too many tracks, I've done too many hoochies I'm trippin' Like puttin' thugs on hoopty's I think I'm in the movie, everytime I wake up Wake and bake, chop a break up, to make it sound Like it should It's all good in my studio Do a cut, call some s*uts, that how I'm livin' [Simon Sez] If you're a broad with a hot bod, slop my knob Work my hot rod til I blow my wad Ain't got no job, I'm lost in the ark Finding new sounds, rippin' them apart Swim with the sharks, spark the weed up I'm a cheetah when I speed up, ducks can't keep up Live life full throttle, drive with beer goggles I'm the devil in the bottle, pimpin' lingerie models Chorus: The Earthquake Institute Pimpin', rappin' Hustlin', smashin' Smokin', dippin' Super B-boy pimpin' Pimpin', mackin' Trippin', livin' Smokin', dippin' Super B-boy pimpin' [Verse 2: Simon Sez] As a kid, I got busi' with my babysitter Now I'm lickin' off your girlfriend's body glitter Super pimps, super mack daddy Sexin' freaks on the hood of my caddy Best believe, sleeze makes up my steez I spit dirty raps and hood raps for cheese co*k back, shoot the breeze off my lungs On the one, each breath weighs a ton I'm co*ky, sloppy, drunk on sake I play tonsil hockey with your mommy, she wants me That's word My life's a blur I'm a perv, when I mack two birds, I'm slurpin' on Ski reserve, it rattles my nerves Swerve, I can barely stand, yo Drugs or (???), Simon Sez is my handle West coast commando on the funky piano Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Spitball] We're the super B-boy pimps Walk with cool limps Hollywood shufflin', doin' the hustle Hustlin' busters lived in a puzzle Where the freaks wanna connect, like stretch belt buckles Makes speakers rumble Comin' from the Ox, man I stroll with a tall can, a dog and a walkman Fast talkin' though for pimp style loops Rockin' all white Pumas and pimp like soups What up to my troops, my B-boy soldiers And the culture that was sober I love California Where the rides roll slow, we smoke, sticky douja And I hold the weight hotter than June in Arizona Call me Casanova, I slide like a cobra Then strike at shows, went by throwing at my soda Close to frozen, ain't nobody colder Super B-boy pimpin' til the world is over Repeat Chorus [Simon Sez] Earthquake [Spitball] Earthquake [Simon Sez] West coast [Spitball] Pimpin' [Simon Sez] Simon Sez [Spitball] Spitball [Earthquake Institute] Super B-boy pimpin' {*scratching*} "Super pimps, su-super mack daddy" --] Simon Sez "Super B-boy pimps" "Pimp-pimp" "Pimpin' the" --] Spitball "Word" "Super mack daddy" --] Simon Sez Super B-boy pimpin'