[Intro: Big Pimpin']
Just another day in the motherfuckin' neighborhood
A pimp's wakin' up and he's feelin' good
Versace to the floor
He didn't even mess with the tailor made shit today, y'all
Smellin' good with his reptiles on for sure
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm wakin' up in the mornin', man I'm mournin' (What's wrong?)
My nigga Corleone gone in my zonin'
But I'm bonin' out to school
Cuh, I can't be late 'cause they'll lock the gate
And it's damn near eight and that's when the bell ring
I'm a slide on in and come right on in
Now as I bail through the hallways, givin' it up
Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool livin' it up, what up?
The same shit tryna get paid and stay strong
Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on
Ten minutes to one, feelin' good like I should for sure
Fourth period; walk through the door
I'm wreakin' and smellin' like indo (Indo)
But still the day moves on to 2:44; one minute left to class
Spot Warren G (Wassup?), The Twinz, and Daz (Haha)
Nate Dogg finna scoop us up in a blue drop top Brouham
I hear some bitches from Wilson wanna tag - along
And get up, for the get-down
Word got around 'bout the niggas from the Piddound
We keep the hoes on point (Mhm), to join on lit
And keep heat discreet until the shit jump off
Well, we're all from the side so we won't ask why
So you best get high!
[Chorus: 2X]
Too high, so fly, mashin' through Poly High
[Wayniac]
See I... took advantage 'cause I live right next door
To the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show
Niggas know how we go; from first 'til four we don't show
Lunch and then the last ho
Is gettin' dealt with some melt shit I guess
We smoke the stress, 'cause my quest wasn't chronic yet
Little niggas growin' up with my dogs
'Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls
[Trip Locc]
Stacked bigger than I thought it would be
Me and the family, workin' on TV, get paid and fuck their enemy
Moving on up like the Jeffersons, but quicker
All we think about is findin' ways to get richer
Hit you like some dodo, got you're beggin' for more
It's the Trip, I'm servin' on the solo
Low blow, I had you feelin' me
I got some C-O-N-V-O for yo' community
[Daz Dillinger]
I'm still in a fast lane state of mind
Time is impossible, for me to try to find
I'm out of school and on the line
Hustlin' here and there, never show no fear
Posted it up on a watch, I posted it up with a Glock
P-C-H in Atlantic is what you see, just don't panic
It's me, Snoop rocks and when my homies get static
Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon
Look out for when we form at the wall, nigga where you standin'?
Raise up, realize, street lights magnify
Life is given; don't let it pass you by
I'm here and there with the bud, conversatin' with the drink
Shocked in my own zone, got time to think
'Cause what would I be, if I wasn't who I am
Maybe dead or in jail, maybe time'll never tell
Approach me wrong and you will get chin checked
To disrespect my clique, and you will get dealt wit'
Plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available
Test me now, let me see how brave you are
I'm scot free, so it's on like it used to be
D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G-C, for life, two times 'til I die
Oh why, oh why, life's a challenge when you die?
What's the peak for me, is the cash and the strap
Since the 2-1-3 days been like that
[Chorus: 2X]
[Outro: Big Pimpin]
Feelin' very playish, haha, I mean very player-ish
And the bitches saying, "Why shouldn't he?"
Yeah he should; doing what he does and he does it good
He goes to work, yeah, he does it good
On pavement or dirt, checking the skirt
The story of a pimp's life, yeah baby
You gotta have the stomach for this shit, hoo-wee
To fuck wit' this, the story of a pimp's life
Ohh yes baby, honey suckle to a berry
Got to check; the traps, got to check the dollars
Got a doctorate from the street cold Piece Mack of Diamond Net
A scholar with my niggas from the underground
