Songtext zu 'Look Pimpin!' von Sick YG

You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag
I think you better back, back
Because my hand is itching to give you a smack
What's your name again Jack?
It's the end of the road ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Mater fact it's about time that I school you
Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it or better yet bury
Your entity look at me while I'm talking
I heard you lurking or was it even stalking
My program thinking you're the man in the place
Now it's about time you catch a hand to the face

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town

Brim tilted, coat quilted
Fresh to death literally I do kill it
Blood spilleth in this game of death
Yeah you hear the announcer but ain't no ref
I just kept hearing your name too much
And that's it, now I just came to touch
Your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth
It don't take much now, ain't that the truth?
My boo got a thing for you
She really likes money but the pain will do
You can't hang, you a featherweight
I can't believe that you made it this far it'll never take
a lot of work to make you levitate
I strike first, don't hesitate to populate the murder rate
You just sealed your fate
On the holidays that'll be one less plate

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town

You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag
I think you better back, back
Because my hand is itching to give you a smack
What's your name again Jack?
It's the end of the road ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Mater fact it's about time that I school you
Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it or better yet bury
Your entity look at me while I'm talking
I heard you lurking or was it even stalking
My program thinking you're the man in the place
Now it's about time you catch a hand to the face

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town

Look Pimpin' I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town