Song Description

857 havin' a pimp battle imitating an dirty south style to showcase their flexiblity.

Lyrics

Intro
We got YKC, Tur-Bo, Alvi G, and the 23rd Stal
Dirty South

Stallion
Let me whistle for my nissle this missle for that fool
name Stall the shizlle I?m the rizzle, the game is over
Have these hoes chillin? in the range rover
Tell?em hush so I can get, ?hootie hoo? the bang over
Have you heard, it?s a hang over, spread the word
I put that stank onya, 23 dranks onya,
Tell them fools to get out the cold, before they all catcha ammonia
Screw the bathroom, I?ll take a leak in the corna

Al-G
Let me holla atcha playa, I be thuggin n? buggin?
It?s the supreme Al-G, not a rhythm we dumpin
If yet only cousin? why is it why these hater?s be frontin?
Like I ain?t got nothin? on me talkin? shit when you need to do somethin?
Keep ya mouth from runnin? when I she that honey clubbin?
She say she twenty onein?, shorties booty be huggin?
All on my pants, all on my face, all my f*ckin? clothes,
Rubbin? her asshole in a place till I say f#ck you hoes

YKC:
This how it goes, I spit game wit my pimp toe
West to East coast, do the pimp walk
And I ain?t speakin? bout no crips and bloods
I be in all black that?s how I do my stuff,
Throw up ya set, now what playa represent
Came to step, that much is evident
We rap for fans playa, that?s a lie
We make these songs to bump in our own ride

Tur-Bo
I pay the waiter, two quarters for a tip cause I?m a pimp,
I?m eatin shimp, when I dip it in some cocktail sauce
I be the boss up on this ship, representin? wit my click
Act a fool I?m not kiddin?, I got fishbowl shoes
With the fishes swimmin? in?em
When it?s time to eat spinach, I go Popeye on?em
Right before I give them cats about a five minute warnin?
Watch the pouin? wit the snifter else you?ll probly break the pitcha
And you?ll knock over the liquor mister

Chorus:
Thuggin? and Buggin, Let me holla atha playa
We Thuggin? and buggi?, Let me holla atcha playa
We Thuggin? and Buggin?, Let me holla atcha playa
We Thuggin and Buggin, Who!, We Thuggin and Buggin, Yeah!

Stal
I wear my pinky rubies on Tuesdays, when I?m at Ruby Tuesday?s
Whada-you say, whada my Scoobie-Doo?s say, bling-bling everyday
Platinum fronts wit the platinum hairspray, betta believe that playa
Corn rolls like princess leia, laya hand on my bucket-a-chicken
Hit?em up, you missin, straight up pimp-a-licious
Playa read the find print and take-a-look at this fine print

Al-G
That bitch betta have my money, through rain or shine
That bitch betta have my money, or her ass is mine
I got my pimp hat on and my shoes made a suede
And if you don?t like my style, put down that haterade
My name is coolwhip, makin? beats to make you move it
People ask me that and all I say to you is, Shiiiiit
Go get my shirt bitch, can I get a witness I can only pimp this

YKC:
I?m so blingy I?ll blind ya, y?all ask what happened
Notice my chincha coat, I got it dipped in platinum
And my shoes, they dipped in platinum too, and that?s just
How for me rappin? fool, it?s so smooooooooooooooth,
Y?all listen to me, it?s so cooooooooooool
Crusin? down the street, it?s so truuuuuuuuueeee,
Y?all hearin? me speak, lay back that?s how I be
Rappin? to beats,

Tur-Bo
You can count on me to keep ya cups filled up,
Smoke wit YKC, cause he know about weed
Now what I need Jay, for you to pass me the trees
Cough, Cough, Damn man tell me how high are we
I guess high enough for you ta try to get some cut-ups
Stallion do my ass a favor, holla at them chicks like whas?up
No bluff, when I explain to you the secrets of my tactics
When I take my big hands upon yo ass and I will smacks it

Chorus:
Thuggin? and Buggin, Let me holla atha playa
We Thuggin? and buggi?, Let me holla atcha playa
We Thuggin? and Buggin?, Let me holla atcha playa
We Thuggin and Buggin, Who!, We Thuggin and Buggin, Yeah!

Stallion
Always stay floss, now let me show you who the boss is
I want rims wit my face on it, nomatta what the costs is
Thuggin? and Buggin?, always, lovin? ya cousin
The one wit the weave sideways, puffin? on la
Getting? chased by the law, watch my eyes blaze-in crime pays
In stacks of benjamins, after that we hit up bennigins,
Wit the Mexicans, ridin? wit the pimps again,

Al-G
I got bitches always tellin? me it?s me they feel,
Cause truth is, they see me in my pimp mobile
Drivin? through the hood, I be driving in a circle
You can?t miss my wip cause it?s the only one that?s purple
Drop top ride with the chrome on the grill
Powder on my hand when the hoes try to steal
Smack a bitch upside her head, but hold back until
She say my name because I kill that bitch for real

YKC:
Do not play me homy, I slay jabronies,
Girls they call me, just so they can say get on me
We got fans, never even heard the album
It?s us, YKC, Turb, and Stallion, you know us
I ain?t even spoke a word about?em, we hot
And it?s upsurd to doubt?em, that?s my crew
And it never be the same without?em
Eight-hundred fifty seven those the numbers so shout?em

Tur-Bo
Ya say you never heard of Tizurb, proly musta misheard
I love ta eat them Twizzlas, every time that I get drunk
It?s cause I?m sippin? on some sizurp, honey said she came to dance
But she keep glancin? at my pants, now why you sterin? at dat dere,
Showin? off yo nice pere, werin? no underwere
Try to give me all dem looks like I?m to shook to go upstairs
Hun you just gone have ta wait fo me to set the place off
O you givin? lap dances, tell me what do it costs.