Представляем точный текст композиции "Pimp Without A Caddy" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tone Loc . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Pimp Without A Caddy» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tone Loc передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tone Loc - "Pimp Without A Caddy"
Lyrics to Pimp Without A Caddy : Hit me Aaaaah yeeeaah Thats the flavor right there Sho youre right Yo, tell em what its all about, man All that ballin thing How you got it goin and on and on with that, huh (Tell em what its all about) [VERSE 1] Im a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe Some say that I grew up in a wild hood Not even knowin where I spent my childhood The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bullet The triggers aimin, yo, I aint afraid to pull it Cause in the city you never know what can come up You turn your back and whats up - a sucker runs up And then youre left in a stand-still Nine times out of ten, yo, its kill or be killed So I sit back and observe what goes on So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on I let him know this aint the time and place But there will be a time and place And Ima smoke his ass.. Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Youknowmsayin' Just a O.G. type brother I want you to break it down And tell em about the days of young [VERSE 2] Now the pimpin I talkin bout, it dont include girls I pimp microphones and rock worlds I been a gangsta since back in the day Junior High School, I think it was in 78 Back in the days when locs was called insanes And I was coolin with my big cousin Nobrain Back then, you know a sucker wouldnt face me Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacys Strollin the street with my sweet girl Jackie Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis Back then that was the style and it was ice And every gear you saw me in was deadly precise I aint never had a problem on any block Cause if I did, sho I cut him and get socked Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin' Just a little bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin' Wasnt really into a whole lotta bullshit Just doin his own thing Straight get his scrap on But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin Thats why he was very well respected [VERSE 3] It aint all about who youre bangin Gangbangin or how much dope youre slingin Its all about gettin your life established And when youre livin like Loc, your life is lavish Everything, from my living to my bathtub The exotic women and different type of backrubs The places I travel, the things that I see Youre startin to get the picture how they start to juice me' You cant compare me to wanna-pimps whimps Cause thats entirely a different type of pimp Longevity is the key to my success Not rollin around makin women undress I am a player, petty actions surveyor Never heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin' ... It was on to the break of dawn I got it like that Im sworn to the hood But check I got things to do Check this out [VERSE 4] An O.G. for life, and thats what I have to be Just like the homies standin front and back of me And when you see us dont ask stupid questions Are we gangbangin' You know whats our profession Were servin suckers techniques and good rhymes Big Buds, loose women and good times I dont hesitate to check a boy in a second He thinks Im soft just because I went and made a record Its that petty thought that got him all smoked out By a brother named Tone who was loced out I nutted up and Im known to do it on occasion And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard And when you see I got 20000 bodyguards I came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy Uknowmsayin' Straight up down for the crown Tribe thing, uknowmsayin' No matter who you are or where you come from When they push you back to the wall You got no choice but to come out swingin Uknowmsayin And thats straight up real No matter where youre from Laws of the street Pimpin style Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide Special shout-out to my homies EPMD Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew Special shout-out to ATL Whats up with your football game' Tone-Loc 150 yards, dont know To all the homies on the Westside [ Pimp Without A Caddy Lyrics ]
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