LA Leakers - Pump Pump Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1]: Lloyd Banks 80's baby, product of the era with the stem On record, don't need no rep from no rapper, and that from them --------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend---------- --------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend---------- --------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend---------- --------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend---------- --------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend---------- Winnin', you neva lost, dumb n***a, you lack within Corny n***a's shakin' in they slims on live radio k** ‘em on my lonely corny 45 rape me flow The four feet Louie sneaks with the navy sole Phone tapped for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold Uh! I'm kickin' b**hes out with style Neva talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd ---[ ?]---hit the strippers with a thou' like, BOW! Check out my Playa lifestyle [And though I mean it call don't quit]?, don't got to say it twice now I hit the ink and drop it down, you can't even bring my lights down Ain't nobody seein' me, all I see is opportunity Pain, power and pa**ion, pourin' out me since puberty Aye, yo, you don't want the glory? [ ? ] my community Flyin' border you saw me, shawty with all of my j**ellery Callin' me usually, 40 ‘s go to the family, yo Somethin' in the water, goons will k** you for a cameo Where the money go, where can't he go. Understand me though Bunch of models up, he got everyone on your camera roll [Verse 2]: Tony Yayo I'm in the club, got them k**a' n***as with me I need 50… bottles, 50 models as thick as Nicki Southside in the club with me And my n***a Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14 Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown Got the beam on the strap when I swing round DaVinci down, my belt H-Town Hermed sh**, hold the tray down I used to move work on a greyhound In an Amtrak, my mule a** fat , 62 all up in the a** crack I flipped that, then I call my connect back My baby gotta eat, I need Similac Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax [Verse 3]: Young Buck f** what I been through, yeah I'm goin' through it, and no-one do it better though And everything in my past, I had to let it go From my arrest raids up until my essays Let's just say my n***a', my debt's paid There's one stage and one mic But the money still green and the bricks white Check in muthaf**ers while I take flight I never seen nothin' money can't make right No manager, been managing my own Nanna callin' my phone and the damage is gone This sh** crazy, too late cuz the camera's on This sh** amazing, rappers get the stamina goin' You get the line? Talkin' bout the shells that they buyin' And the jets that they flyin', he ain't neva got a dime like me The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ain't you and the partner we see [Verse 4]: Kidd Kidd Look, starin' at the haters, Ray-Ban lasers Better off cuttin' your hair if you're tryin' to fade us All kinds of gators, flavor's not related Your girl want it now, Banks' will do her later [Verse 5]: Lloyd Banks Verse 6]: Tony Yayo