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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dghay5K3B4M


I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that sh*t is on? Heh
Let me drop some sh*t like this here, real smooth

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin', and blood starts comin' out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mother****er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, Take a chill, be
But **** that sh*t! There's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window
Investigatin' the joint for traps
Checkin' my telephone for taps
I'm starin' at the woman on the corner
It's ****ed up when your mind is playin' tricks on ya

I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin' ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a mother****er
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin' down let's get this sh*t over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother****in' trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin'
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a ba*tard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this sh*t
But to me she was just another *****
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin' tricks on me

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
Robbin little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin' down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' them mother****in' be 's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin' on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awMIbA34MT8


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So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and

I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all these p**** cat that's in my lap no looking back

Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a Pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yelling too soon! dont do it! reconsider!

Read some literature on the subject
You sure? F*** it
You know we got your back like chiropractic
If that b**** do you dirty
We'll wipe her a** out as in detergent

Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part

Sweet jones
My b**** a choosey lover, never f*** without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch b**** get the most, not the lesser

Dreads like the f**k for 40 dollars in the club
B**** f**k up the game, b**** gets no love
She be cross country giving all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pulling Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some b****es want to choose but them b****es too scary
Your b**** chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

Baby you been rolling solo, time to get down with the team
Because it's greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you s*** you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world

And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burning up the paper on the dining room table

Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rocking precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar s*** up on my back
I'm a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar b****

Put my pimping in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C & B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe
Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We trying to get jones

Eeny mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slipping is something I don't do, tipping for life

That's like making it rain
Every month on schedule let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause it's gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the C-Support
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she don't

Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers couldn't stop the
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rock
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good

Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last pump
Dump dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kiddies up
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgpsyTcltOE


Another Myke Diesel production


[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine




[Verse 1: Pimp C]
R.I.P. to Robert Davis, he the king of the south
Anything else said, need to shut your ****ing mouth
I'm down with Lil' Flip, and I'm down with T.I.P
If them niggas come together, know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all still bullshitting
Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get
Paul Wall and that Koopa still ain't talking
Money speak, all that bullshit keep walking
Y'all niggas got the game ****ed up
All you record company people need to shut the **** up
Cause y'all keeping up that bullshit rapping
The white people laughing at 'em, that's what's happening
The same stupid ass niggas still ain't figured it out
Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the south
Y'all need to get up out the dumb sh*t
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb sh*t, nigga


[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine


[Verse 2: P.O.P.]
Hey, I got the bass quaking, trunk shaking like tambourines
In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines
Where they bouncing on fours like trampolines
It's the great state of Texas so I can't believe
All the conflict and plex that we carrying
It's time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians
I'm 'bout stacking bank, everyday
So I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talking 'bout a Chevrolet
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town, we the team
It ain't no I in that, you trying that, you be fatigued
But if we man up and press, we could lead the league
We some all-stars, the roster is sick, man
I ain't gotta start, P.O.P.'ll be the sixth man
Rap-A-Lot's a southern empire for the assist, man
Three, two, one, swish, and


[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine


[Verse 3: Lil' Keke]
You see the slab outside, it look good, don't it?
Masterpiece, dripped out, with the fours on it
Trunk airtight, speakers and them show lights
Holding, cops around, nigga get your sh*t tight
Let me tell you the meaning of coming through
When the seats off-cream and the candy is dark blue
Approaching downtown, knocking doors down
Tint eleven slabs in a single-file line
Flossing, swerving, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood cause the top is missing
I sleep on dreams cause it's paper I'm chasing
My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation
The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey
I gotta show my class so these haters can face me
Riding up the boulevard, crushing the sidewalk
Showing my surround while I'm knocking the doors off


[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
Knocking, knocking doors down, showing 'cuz around
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
​
 
^^^ thats my favorite song from the show. I have it on my CD in the car and l play it on a repeat :54:
 
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