Subliminal - Pimp Struck Lyrics

[Hook: x2]
Get up in your body and your dome
Left the after party with the chrome
As soon as everybody knows that I'm gone
Put the fuel on it
Take a puff and a pull on it, then I'm gone
Center make up the party
Rocking bodies
Make you throw your hands in the sky
It's a verbal homicide everybody duck
Get the party dumb
S struck TNT like what

[Verse 1]
Come on and toke on a dub with me
I love cities with parties that's full of bitches
they let me rub tities
Packing a snub, I ain't a thug
So i guess it's the blood in me
Got to holler at a stud skinny
Got my boys outside if you really want to f*ck with me
What's the reason of the beef for
Hit'em upside the head with the hardest of my beef flow
Take a look at me grills
Rolling through the bay
To my bay nuts, what the f*cks happening
Take a look at my grill
And the shine on my 17 inch wheels
On my motherf*cking magnum
Subliminal I'm a player still
Balling in the game come major bills
Take a trip with me through hater-ville
Haters front about
How they get hooked up on some killer steal
But a real-a motherf*cker know only players get hooked
up on the killer deals
For real, still drank, still blow
Then I creep through the hood real slow
Sitting sideways feeling real swole
Sipping on syrup feeling real slow

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If you see me walking by Im'a brush ya
Its that physco motherf*cker from the bay
Rolling with that bad motherf*cker that will crush ya
Tongue got a mind of its own it will dust ya
Tell me who the f*ck want what (what)
Which one of you murderers is ready to blow a set on up
Hit your gut make a scene off a theme make you throw up
Split lips with a big fat tip in the middle straight running this
Check out mommy she the sexiest
When it come to the sex Im'a specialist
I wanna break a sweat when we get to buckin
Hardy back drumming
Coped the bills out the jeans
Pappi fat nuttin
Cop a gat gunnin
Got to pop her grill
Got to pop the steel
Oh I got to got to pop something
Petty packing penny brushing motherf*cker
With the pretty pearl
Holl got to got to get it get it girl
With the pele pel
Rocking on the stage
In a petty shirt
Grinding up the flow ryming in the zone
'Till my belly hurt
But I really want to got to put in work
Concord city finna want to rep it to the dirt
Break 'em make 'em take 'em
Motherf*cking fake them all
Shake, shake, I shake they all fall

[Hook]