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You Can't Pimp Me Lyrics

Artist: Pastor Troy
Album: Universal Soldier

[Pastor Troy talking]
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo, this real ATL playa style
A yo, you can't pimp a pimp playa

[Verse 1]
Niggaz is trippin', my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin', tell ya' bitch I said wassup
Pastor, laughter, remmy in my hand, countin' out some grand
Ova In Ireland, the man
You done heard the name befoe
I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go
And I smoke dro'
mother fucka keep that bap ass weed
niggaz claimin' their my folks bitch you don't know me
DSGB representin' send them hataz to hell
It ain't nothing ta' say, it ain't nothin ta' tell
My glock shells will be empty if any temp me
I'm not no fuckin' sinna bitch I'm a fuckin' pimp

(Chorus 2x)
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
You can't pimp me, I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself
I'mma pimp myself

[Verse 2]
The one man army, the one man wreckin' crew
I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referin' to
If that was me I'll put your finger to my nose
Just like I thought yall niggaz mother fuckin' hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin' socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of face like Goldie Lox
The clock...stops tickin'
I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin'
?? pluckin', DSGB was gangsta fuckin'
Fuckin' for nothin', we be them niggaz they be lovin'
It don't get nothin' but worse for you sip
Bow down nigga make room for a pimp

(Chorus 2x)

[Peter Tha Disciple]
You can't pimpin' me patna' because I'm pimpin' myself
I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf
I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese
I roll wit' DSGB, so who is better than me
A Aug representive, I got the game on lock
I hit the street with them thangs witta movin' the block
So fuck the cops, we makein' money, we stay on the grind
I'm bustin' strawberries fillings, while I break down my pine
And I ain't blind, I can see it, you already know
So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can't pimp me hoe
You see the doe don't let it hit ya', you gets no play
And I'm the dro'and you're the philly get ready to blaze

(Chorus fade out)

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