Pimp’n Ain’t EZ

Lyrics

[Woman on voicemail] 5:11 AM Oh baby, I gotta have you right now [?] I want you so bad I can feel it (End of message) [Intro] Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun That's right [Verse 1] I represent like I'm suppose to The Westcoaster Madd Head, the Westside locsta Down with the gang truce Still pack my deuce deuce Ya never know when war might pop loose Always and forever have I ever ran, never Whatever's clever, down for whatever Dippin' on laces, sippin' on cases Phat shoelaces on a daily basis I'm a G, see Fool, I thought ya knew it Like Montell Jordan, this is how we do it A-Caps, Corporate Sacks, '83 Cadillacs Tecs and Macs Crack sacs, and Gangsta Raps And for ya niggas ain't heard me I bring maddness Sportin' westside on my jersey Got the biz locked down Crews sweating bullets Keeping it real 213 to the fullest [Chorus] Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun Suckas run when they see the real come (Somebody gotta do it) Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun Suckas run When they see the real come Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun But it sure is fun [Verse 2] We ain't all in the same gang Some slang, some bang I bring pain But this ain't Wu-Tang Ya got caught But it ain't my fault It's the wicked westsider Who the fuck ya thought Knocking at your front door Ya gotta let me in 213, like Mack 10 Do I look like I'm smilin' I'm tearing shit up from here to Long Island Cleveland is believing, props to Atlanta But I'd rather sport Chuck T's and a bandana Nothing to gain but a lot to lose So I choose to shake fools, put my coupe on cruise, nigga Hittin' the switch Fuck ding dong ditch Watch my G style switch As I unleash my pitch It's going on and on until the early morning I don't sleep, ya never catch me yawning Kicking up much much dust As I bust If it ain't ruff It ain't from Los Angeles Now, kapow! It's the Southern Cal Style I can't be seen No way, no how [Chorus] Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun Suckas run when they see the real come (That's right) Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun Suckas run when they see the real come Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun But it sure is fun [Verse 3] I wanna hump it Thump it Turn it up Straight pump it If it ain't the bomb Then the westcoast don't bump it No disguise or in between the lines, nigga I gotta have that G shit on mine Either DJ Quik or MC Eiht My niggas Kausion flossin' Bumpin' Bounce Rock Skate I don't hip hop I hop hip when I dip In my six-tre Chevrolet rag top Rollin' down Crenshaw strip Trip, ya know how we do it Come to [?] Avenue And lounge with my crew Shaking shit up from here to the Eastcoast Representin' like America's most [Chorus] Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun (Come on, that's right) Suckas run when they see the real come (That's right) Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun But it sure is fun (Someboy gotta do it) Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun Suckas run when they see the real come Pimp'n ain't EZ But it sure is fun But it sure is fun