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P.P.G. all day
Everyday in your motherfucking face
Picture me pimping through satellite
Hop online to track my scrilla
Check my email account
Hear that them hoes about my figures
Players internationally
Making paper is what I represent
And haters hate because they bitch think we the shit
Saying that our music is funky
And she want me to hit that monkey
Cause her buddy told her Tim P's got some junkie
Girl back up off me
It cost to get tossed
Around this motherfucking camp
Accepting major credit cards and food stamps
Fuck you tramps
I'm like the youngest Goldie
Soaking game from Pretty Tony
Saying get your paper man
You can always have bitches little homie
Ask her broad she probably know me
Ask her how I put it down
Just say you know a nigga named Young Tim P
He's from the P-Town
I gets around the globe
Every 365
Pulling all type of capers to make my paper fold
Yeah, straight stacking cheese
And mashing around the city on hundred spoke D's
My name is Young Tim
And I'm fresh up off the block
Rolling through your hood with the breezy and my Glock
P.C.G. Pimp Clinic Gang
You know the name
Don't hate, respect
See my name is KMG
And I'm fresh off the lot
I mash up the block
With the beat that knock
Push two pounds of baking soda
Two pounds of coke
None of my niggas is broke
We never come up short
Yeah, so what's the word
While I'm sitting here crumbling herb
Girl tell me what you been through
Glad that you came through
See, we all have situations
So with no hesitation
I'ma give you your issue
Twist you
I met her at the Lexor
Baby was bouncing
Floor to floor
A live little Cali ho
See I'm real plus I got the chip appeal
Keeping meat on the grill
I build to stay above the law
Just to get mine
Turn crimes to rhymes
Intertwining the mind
Vision the gang signs
Enhance my struggles
My niggas in the huddle
In LA we bubble
And we ready for trouble
Yeah, yeah
Ain't no question we keep busting and lusting
Never stressing who keeps the major papes baby
Never having to wait
Much ass to spank
Hoes never do fake
See my name is KMG
And I'm fresh off the lot
I mash up the block
With the beat that knock
Push two pounds of baking soda
Two pounds of coke
None of my niggas is broke
We never come up short
Well my name is Big Hutch
I'm fresh off the lot
I push up your block
With the Henny and the fat knot
I'm from the Pimp Clinic Gang
You know my set
Don't hate nigga, respect
See I be steadily on the grind daily
Getting my scrilla
Surrounded by hustlers and killers
On the for realer
See some of y'all niggas be living straight phony
I never kick nothing but the real that's on my dead homie
The one and only
Big Hutch the Great like Tony
The kingpin of the black mob
First to blast, first to squab
Roll with the major entourage
We large
We run the yard
It's only ballers on my squad
See y'all better check the buzz on the streets
Cause ha ha
This here be heat
Huh
And now I met this Cuban bitch named Seraphina
She had a brother that pushed major dope in Puerto Rico
And y'all know how it go
I hooked up with Pancho
Yeah, they tried to hit me with the RICO
Out of control like Freeway Rick
Doing my thing in my own zone
Holding down my throne
Now my name is Big Hutch
I'm fresh off the lot
I beat down your block
With the Henny and the fat knot
I'm from the Pimp Clinic Gang
You know the set
Don't hate fool, respect
Yeah, uh huh
Respect fool
Me, Young Tim
You know what I'm saying
Chill, KMG
Yes sir
Enough
Everybody
DJ Chaos
Mr. Chaos
Yeah, Off Dog
Yeah, yeah, ha ha, uh
Yeah, everybody up in here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You set the safe cracker boy
That's the Pimp Clinic Gang fool
Big Rock, ha ha
Nine-nine, boy
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