Pimpin'
Come on, everybody, throw your hands up
In the air, come on, let's...
You know we keep the party jumping
So let's keep them 40's coming
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
When I ride with J-D-O-G
It's like, okay, basically
We get shitfaced and crazy
We're screaming "fuck the police!"
J-Just like easy, let's smoke these
With Old E and Charlie
We mix it over a heartbeat
And roll with the Undead Army
And you don't need to see the best of me
The best emcee, it's just the beat
Producer feeds and makes me mean
That seems to be what makes me scream
So what up? Let's roll the town fucked up
Let's tag LA and show love
Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up
Take my mic, my P.O. showed up
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
We're six Caucasians, hell-raising
Blazing, making zero bacon
Awake to drink to stop to think
To call Funny to ride with me
My pants are so low
I'm sipping on this four-0
Rolling in the four-door
Producer, me, and four hoes, oh no
The 5-0's rolling code
I didn't stop or try to slow
Container's open, Funny smoking
I think I'm choking, it's time to go
These midnight dealers keep it rolling
Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowing
Los Angeles, we keep it going
Undead is what we're throwing
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
I keep on blowing up, my head keeps getting fatter every day, baby
On TV, you better listen 'cause you know they play me
In the club, you in the corner while my shit go crazy
And I got my soldiers in the back, so you don't wanna face me
And when your girl look up at me, I'm looking right down
And all that yapping, you know it gon' get you smacked down
I stick around to keep you mad while the crowd's loud
In the city of LA, that's my hometown
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
In the air, come on, let's...
You know we keep the party jumping
So let's keep them 40's coming
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
When I ride with J-D-O-G
It's like, okay, basically
We get shitfaced and crazy
We're screaming "fuck the police!"
J-Just like easy, let's smoke these
With Old E and Charlie
We mix it over a heartbeat
And roll with the Undead Army
And you don't need to see the best of me
The best emcee, it's just the beat
Producer feeds and makes me mean
That seems to be what makes me scream
So what up? Let's roll the town fucked up
Let's tag LA and show love
Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up
Take my mic, my P.O. showed up
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
We're six Caucasians, hell-raising
Blazing, making zero bacon
Awake to drink to stop to think
To call Funny to ride with me
My pants are so low
I'm sipping on this four-0
Rolling in the four-door
Producer, me, and four hoes, oh no
The 5-0's rolling code
I didn't stop or try to slow
Container's open, Funny smoking
I think I'm choking, it's time to go
These midnight dealers keep it rolling
Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowing
Los Angeles, we keep it going
Undead is what we're throwing
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
I keep on blowing up, my head keeps getting fatter every day, baby
On TV, you better listen 'cause you know they play me
In the club, you in the corner while my shit go crazy
And I got my soldiers in the back, so you don't wanna face me
And when your girl look up at me, I'm looking right down
And all that yapping, you know it gon' get you smacked down
I stick around to keep you mad while the crowd's loud
In the city of LA, that's my hometown
Come on down to the city of LA where we
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby
We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy
Credits
Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell
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