Pimpin

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Come on, everybody, throw your hands up
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In the air, come on, let's
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You know we keep the party jumping
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So let's keep them 40's coming


[Chorus]
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Come on down to the city of A , where we
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 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
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You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy


[Verse 1]
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When I ride with J-D-O-G
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It's like, okay, basically
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We get shitfaced and crazy
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We're screaming "Fuck the police!"
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J-just like easy, let's smoke these
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With Old E and Charlie
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We mix it over a hard beat
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And roll with the Undead Army
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And you don't need to see the best of me
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The best MC, it's just the beat
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Produca feeds and makes me mean
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That seems to be what makes me scream
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So, what up? Let's roll the town fucked up
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Let's tag A  and show love
Bm
 Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up
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Take my mic, my P.O. showed up


[Chorus]
Bm                  G       F#
Come on down to the city of A , where we
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
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You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy


[Verse 2]
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We're six Caucasians, hell-raisin'
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Blazin', makin' zero bacon
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Awake to drink to stop to think
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To call Funny to ride with me
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My pants are so low
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I'm sipping on this 4-0
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Rolling in the four-door
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Produca, me, and four hoes—oh, no
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The 5-0's rollin' code, I didn't stop or try to slow
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Container's open, Funny's smokin'
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I think I'm chokin', it's time to go, oh
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These midnight dealers keep it rollin'
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Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowin'
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Los Angeles, we keep it goin'
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Undead is what we're throwin'


[Chorus]
Bm                  G       F#
Come on down to the city of A , where we
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
Bm                      G             F#
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy


[Verse 3]
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I keep on blowing up
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My head keeps getting fatter every day, baby
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 On TV, you better listen
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'Cause you know they'll play me
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 In the club, you in the corner
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While my shit go crazy
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 And I got my soldiers in the back
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So you don't wanna face me
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 And when your girl look up at me, I'm looking right down
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 And all that yapping, you know it gon' get you smacked down
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 I stick around to keep it mad while the crowd's loud
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 In the city of A , that's my hometown


[Chorus]
Bm                  G       F#
Come on down to the city of A , where we
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
Bm                      G             F#
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
Bm                              G          F#
 We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy