ICE-T - Pimp Anthem

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    ICE-T LYRICS
    
    "Pimp Anthem"
    '96
    Ah shit
    Ice-T back
    Representin, nigga, once again
    That real shit, nigga
    I thought you knew, bitch
    Better recognize
    
    [ CHORUS ]
    Players, check your grip before you get popped
    Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
    Gotcha - buggin off the words I say
    Because this type of pimpin happens every day
    
    [ VERSE 1 ]
    Niggas wanna know my steelo
    Bitches wanna get with the baddest
    Hustlin apparatus
    It's the LA cash flow master-roller
    No one gets colder, I  used to flip boulders
    Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
    A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
    In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid
    Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
    So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
    Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
    She got caught by the curls and the jewels
    Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
    Now she's breakin herself, makin herself
    Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
    Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice
    You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice
    
    [ CHORUS ]
    
    [ VERSE 2 ]
    Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..
    Every player mentions me
    The hustler of the century
    (Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!)
    I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice
    Commandin straight pimp tactics
    None of y'all can match this
    Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
    Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
    I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
    So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard
    Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
    I'm off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas [Name]
    Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
    I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
    I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
    Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll
    They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash
    
    [ CHORUS ]
    
    [ VERSE 3 ]	
    My mind's blown off fine champagne
    So bent on currency, got green in my vein
    So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
    So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
    I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
    Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
    The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll
    Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold
    Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin
    Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin
    Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
    Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
    Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker
    Ice took her, she was too long a looker
    It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine
    I been pimpin all my life and I don't mind dyin
    
    [ CHORUS ]

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