Pimp Slapp'd
    (专辑: Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss - 2002)
    
    [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 
stuburn type of fella with a 
head like a 
brick  And just because I 
sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless  But I 
don't give a 
fuck, so blame it on the 
loc'ness  Now this is how we do it when we checking the 
grip  Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip  I 
bust a 
funky composition that's smooth as a 
prism  Now check it as I 
kick off in this funky ass 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 aint this y'all  I 
got 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-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face  And the 
homie Har'ron rest in peace  Big Jay from Cappinella 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, bust ya boulevard  I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+  .. I 
fucked all your groupies  When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy  With the 
fags and snitches, no killers just bitches  And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches  You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?  Oh I 
know (bitch!)  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 your Simon  You need to just start rhymin  Cause you the 
biggest star on your label  And them other niggaz 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' shit and I 
will end yo' shit  if you keep talkin shit on Crip!   [Hook 1: repeat 2X]  It all boils down to the 
fact  that you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)  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  Heaters, I 
keep em, bitches I 
got em   [Snoop Dogg]  If I 
shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous  And I'll be spending money out the 
anus  Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level  Man you worser than devils  Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em  But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em  This nigga's a 
bitch like his wife  Suge Knight's a 
bitch, and that's on my life  And I'ma let the 
whole world see  Cos you fucked up the 
industry, and that's on me  We can go head up, nigga, 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  Cos I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt  See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up  He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in  Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business  Do the 
same way, leave no witnesses  This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected  Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it  It's all to the 
good again  You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the 
hood again  Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit  To make the 
whole world feel it  So put the 
bacon in the 
skillet, and try to peel it  Cause Doggystyle Records is the 
realest, nigga   [Hook 1]   Money, I 
get it, paper I 
got it  Heaters, I 
keep em, bitches I 
got em  Money, I 
get it, paper I 
got it   Jealous ass nigga