(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I know baby (I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
Baby, I know, I'll be back
For real, I'm coming back
I'll be back
I'll be back
How ya doing baby? I'm the Zell
Old school dope game like Troops and Gazelles
A fool from Vallejo, Crestside Cali
Where niggas stack scrill, mack bills like Ali
Don't bury like Halle, we bury like Bonds
We don't make hits, we make home runs
Out the park and bitches on larkin'
Who let bark and swing it and I spark 'em
Hit your apartment, on the late night
Just suck me, fuck me, make sure I ate right
I guess it's the dick, when I give you the dick
You go buck louie, get stewie, put the dick
Plumber pipe layer, Mr. Roto-Rooter
Fuck you like a player, smokin' on a hooter
Put on my clothes, be on my way
Then look at Dre and say
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I know baby, I'll be back
I'll be back baby, for real though
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I know, I said I'll be back
I know, I said I'll be back
I know, I said I'll be back
You never met a nigga like Dre before
Been doing player shit since '84
Don't believe me? Try and ask Horatio
I don't chase the ho, I replace the ho
All on a bitch like Leon Phelps
I'm trying to get rich and if she don't help
The bitch get benched like a pitcher in the slumps
You wanna chip in? Let me get you in some pumps
I do my thang, you do your thang
You don't even got to be no pimp in her thang
We can do the thang like Clyde and Bonnie
Let me put you in a Benz, get you out that Omni
We can get down on sandy beaches
Sippin' on wine, eatin' on peaches
It's laugh, laugh, lovey when you fuck with Mac Dre
And every time I leave you'll have to say
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I know, I know
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I'll be back
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I know, I know
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
I'll be back
Yeah bitch
I know you're trying to kick it with a player
And all that shit, right?
But I gots to go
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
(I'm gonna miss you in the morning)
Alright, yep, let's do it
Back to the pimpin' at hand
I'll stalk a ho and shit on a man
I'll make bitches climb high trees
To get away from this pimpin'
I'll make a bitch run, I run, slew who?
Annie Roo, the first Kentucky Derby winner
Nigga, I get a bitch faster than Jesse Owens
Out there on the track when she see a mack comin'
Get some quick bitch when you see this
What's really? My name is 'Fro
Back in the days I used to slang dro
Wear an S-curl, and yes girl
Around the same time Jiggy had the cool with the fresh curl
I had a Granada, seven trey Impala
The block with rocks, the fiends they would holla
Stack a dollar, Captain Kingstone
Hella dollars, a nigga would bring home
My kingdom, the Country Club Crest
Side of the West, catch a few to the chest
Bite his ass twice
Whole night on the mini mic
Yeah eat cupcake, stay in shape
It might sound silly, but nigga really
Had to shake the cute bitch, had to do the done dilly
No cheese on her chili, you know she broke
Plus I heard she on yams, you know she smoke
I ain't no joke, when I spit it the mic smoke
Don't roll it if it ain't Delighto
Nigga let the mic go, you ain't no rapper
And you ain't no pimp, you scared to slap her
I'm the cold, cold capper, remember
I put a bitch on a plane to Denver
She gon' bring me back my money
Like the Gap Band say, she keep runnin'
I'm from the days of the gumby and donkey roast
Boss game 'til my brain wrote chunky notes
Port smoke in the household, pops a mack
Older cousin on the track plus my uncle crack
Fuck it, I bumped the bump and started jookin' the fam
Tuck it hot is the solution, flip the cutty with Cam
Damn, see the times done changed
Went from razor cuttin' my caine, clutchin' my thang, cuttin' the game
Burner gloves on my knuckles for the brawl at the club
They hatin' the Dubs, plus the bitches offerin' hugs
Feel the Smirk plus the purp got me learnin' to vibe
Throw on my Thizz, eyes ride like Clyde, we ridin' tonight
The way the slow goes
With the matching hat and logo
Before I was two guns, with the matching gat and fo'-fo'
With another under my letterman
Ain't nothin' better than a have not comin' up
Now he havin' Oxy comin' up
I didn't have homework, I had my own work
This money on my pages, yours even turned dome purple
Click click pow
What's up now?
Listen to my nine millimeter go pow
Puffy head fly mosquito
Catch west now
If you're in the pen don't be late for chow
It's the new style
Boy and I vow to make the dogs on my coupe that bark and growl
I pimp a heifer big as a cow
Got a movie star smile
Don't touch that dial
Lost the fed trial
Slick as wet tile
Rough as a fucking fingernail file
On top of the pile
They jocking my style
They want a pimp like me but they don't know how
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