Partners-N-Crime - Pimp'en the Scene lyrics

[First Verse: Kangol Slim] Picture me peelin' out in a Deville Lac The Deville I'm peelin' out in is bustin' crushin' Diamonds ain't no thang Check out the ice on my fist Cardier wear flexin' on the wrist And my n***as makin' money like they supposed to The front seat of my Lac, feels just like a La-Z-Boy sofa I'm stackin' paper I'm makin' I'm makin' paper I'm stackin', these hatin' n***as tryin' to do a jackin' But I'm decappin', the first n***a I see If I feel he's gonna do some harm to me Protectin' me, by any means necessary In New Orleans, n***as k**in' for less than a G That's why it be, just me and my P-N-C Straight screamin' seventeen til' I D-I-E Givin' all playa haters the blues it's a shame What they do to that poor alligator to make our shoes We pimpin' the scene [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm movin' in my ride (Do you wanna ride?) My hats tilt to the side (Side to Side) Ridin' with a Gangsta Lean You know a n***a pimpin' the scene (A n***a pimpin' the scene) [Second Verse: Misdemeanor] See I be, pimpin' the scene cuz lil' red from the South Got that accent, plus I got them slugs in my mouth Ain't no sellin' out, boot n***as, love to shoot n***as Better recruit n***as We crackin' domes and splittin' vests n***as I see you grabbin' yo lady cuz she lookin' at me shady You must have seen that Devilish grin, that your girl gave me She slipped the number in, pa**ed it to her girlfriend She gave me eyes again, her and her so-called friend I got'z to do them in, both of them broads gotta be done And I ain't doin' this sh** for reppin', it's just for fun That's how it's done, on the one, then I'm on the run I play this game here for real and that's the way it come [Chorus] [Third Verse: Kangol Slim] Check it This goes out to all my n***as, who ain't got it And to all my real n***as, who bout it bout it If you ain't got a clean ride, muthaf** it Still pimp the scene if you ridin' in a bucket I ain't even gonna make it look like the finer things don't get props Cuz every living motherf**a got 'em So I don't give a f** If you ridin' in a Olds Cutla** or an Expedition truck Put it on the Neutral ground and bump the sounds, let your sh** straight floss Rev the engine up, show them b**hes you got dual exhaust It pays the cost to be the boss where I'm from n***as scared of the gun, scared to go out, and have a lil' fun But not me, I'm gone continue to pop bottles of wine Keep my diamonds on shine in the nine For the n***a tryin' to take mine I never know when my day gone come, but until then I'm down in New Orleans, know what I mean? Pimpin' the scene [Chorus] (3x)