Gravy lyrics

by

Kool G Rap


[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhhhhhhhh!
If you know like I know you would get down on the floor
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisher full of dro
We can get down for my dime and we can f*ck on the low
And if you didn't want a Pimp then what'cha f*cking with me for?
Every lady ain't a ho and every ho ain't my b*tch
It take a real trill n*gga to recognize this type of sh*t
Every girl around me legit, I don't f*ck around with no punks
Ride with me, she holding a pistol while I'm whipping and popping the trunk
We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread
And we ain't never gon' have no problems long as she hear what the f*ck I said
Pimping ain't dead it just moved to the website
Still like to get my di*k sucked under the street lights
I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here living by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no b*tch I'm in that mode
I'm looking at you, you choosing me my di*khead never stop
I'm Pimp C b*tch, I'm shooting for stars, we headed to the top

[Hook: Pimp C]
I'm staying true, I'm out here whipping my Mercedes
f*cking with the midnight ladies the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm banging Screw, my young girl looking fine
We staying out here on the grind and keeping money on our mi-ii-iind

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, got to feel ya boy
100%, real Bun B I represent
Trill with that gangster ass persona so hard that it can dent
Still in the hood 'cause it needs me, and the corner it feeds me
So I eat all I want, my reputation precedes me
If you grimy or greasy, then your best ta be easy
'Cause that forty-feezy, leave you leaking fo' sheezy
Trigger fingers I squeeze see, and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy, like a midsummer gust
It'll put your di*k in the dust, when I put one up in your dome
You be leaking out plasma and puss, and your mouth'll fill up with foam
So you got to go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man
Got to pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?
Got to play the hand that you're dealt, that's until it's your turn to deal
Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a f*ck how you feel
[Hook: Pimp C]
I'm staying true, I'm out here whipping my Mercedes
f*cking with the midnight ladies the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm banging Screw, my young girl looking fine
We staying out here on the grind and keeping money on our mi-ii-iind

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
I'm Pimp C b*tch, I'm from the South
This scary ho don't wanna know what this about
'Cause I stay country true down to the core
di*k good like uncut blow
In your nose, in your jaws
Feel it tighten up don't stop, don't pause
Candy n*gga drive candy cars
f*ck the D.A. f*ck the law
I f*ck the snow
But I love a pro
Like flat backers
I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer
Drugs sold, not a jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker
b*tch around me man I'm a mack her

[Verse 4: Bun B]
From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of dro and them powder bricks
We grind to eat, and eat to live
This sh*t for real, these ain't no tricks
With 36 0s to the ki, and 10 kilograms in the sack
And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's 1.5 mill' worth of crack
It's Big di*k Cheney, Tony Snow, the King Committee is now in session
Today's agenda, get that dough 'cause the clock is ticking, time is pressing
No second guessing, make your mind up, step your grind up and get that pay
Gotta sell your ass or a n*gga blast if you wanna roll with that UGK
[Hook: Pimp C]
I'm staying true, I'm out here whipping my Mercedes
f*cking with the midnight ladies the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm banging Screw, my young girl looking fine
We staying out here on the grind and keeping money on our mi-ii-iind
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