Pimpin’ain'teasyit'snecessary

Goddamn

Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate
Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate
Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate
Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate

Bud, to a light beer
Haven't been on earth in a few light years
Gone 'till infinity
Writing is my remedy
Open my third eye several times in life
No sleep but I'm slept on
Stay woke with the press on
Media catapulting, while eyes swollen
With that being said
I'm in the evil west, hit ya with illegal techs like Smith and Wess
Twen twen rollin in a VTEC
Been low watch the misstep, who's left?
You're next
We all want success
It's that evil west
(It's that evil west)

I'll see none of y'all in heaven
Dream of this shit since eleven
Fuck the prepping
Get to stepping
You see, I'm in my city
Rhymes on the slight, diamonds bright
Giggin' throughout the night
Start shit, motherfucker, fucking fade on sight

Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate
(Gotta let it balance out
Gotta let it marinate)

(I don't wanna fall
So let's call it off, we tried
Ooh, we tried
Love never had a chance with us
Too many things involved with us, we tried
I could say that you're to blame but it really wouldn't mean a thing)
Real good... I don't have eyes
(Love never had a chance with us)
Smoke something to this motherfucker
(Too many things involved with us, we tried
I could say that you're to blame but it really wouldn't mean a thing)
Everyone
(So let's be strong enough to get this thing up)
Feel this motherfucker in your soul
This motherfucker's good for your motherfucking soul
(Trying to start with someone new, because we're only-)
Get it, we in the stew
(Making each other blue)

Shawty lookin' fly with that Coogi two piece
Crawl back on all fours, she do me
Gogo trick hopping up and down like, 'round around
Like a carnival
I think I know some of Vicky's secrets
I'm a diggy dog now in the dog house
Kickin back on my lounge couch
Down and out, Eastbound and Down
From midtown, speakers thumping yea, they pound
Smokey smoking like a pound
Go skrt then I'm out
Eyes all around
Shawty, hit my line again for seconds
Clap back when she in my house
Once we done time to bounce
King of this shit, hand me my crown
Used to just fuck around, drop a few bars at lunch
On the plate it spells out Will Hung, still fuck with some drugs
Got it out the mud
Bitches say wassup
Bitches say wassup
Uh
Bitches say wassup
Bitches say wassup

A player's gonna play en la playa, world is desire
Fresh to death, buried in my pimp attire
Burn proof as I serve eternity in the fire
Yeah, yeah
A player's gonna play en la playa, world is desire
Fresh to death, buried in my pimp attire
Burn proof as I serve eternity in the fire

Player's gonna play
Let them real players play
Let a player just play
Pimpin' ain't easy
Pimpin' ain't easy
Pimpin' ain't easy
Pimpin' ain't easy



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Writer(s): Alfredo Esparza
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