Lyrics for Nothin’ But Pimp sh*t by Juicy J :
[Verse 1: Droopy Drew Dog]
I come down baby walks once again it’s on
You see I peeped at the game that wrote in your song
Definition for drama
Bout’ to play wit’cha mama
Never been a sucka n*gga
Cause im still on the come up
You know a busta get faded
Accountant never woulda of made it
Somewhere down the line
You playa hated and traded
See I done what I did
And if you fell off
I do it again
Mama’s only son I strapped since the age of ten
I had no brothers no sisters
I had no father
World dramatized
Thought the lord didn’t bother
To hear me, n*gga can you feel me
God can you forgive me
For all the dirt I’da did
Curbstampin kids
I put the (???)
Because it’s over now
Cross me again then it definetly a showdown
Jimmy Jex slipping got his crown cracked
Animositys a b*tch
But see you made me a teck

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
See nothin’ but sh*t up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug
And amnesia
I’m a motherf*cker hustla
An I’d been trapt down long
Tryin’ to come up in this game
Whether is right or is wrong
See nothin’ but sh*t up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug
And amnesia I’m a motherf*cker hustla
An I’d been trapt down long
Tryin’ to come up in this game
Whether is right or is wrong

[Verse 2: Droopy Drew Dog]
My attitude is f*cked
Ride around town in a bucket
I got a job but go quick
Cause minimum wage ain’t sh*t
Now feel me
I think the government is f*cking us blind
While they gettin’ paid
Leavin’ all the poor folks behind
Occupation for money was just a criminal grind
You don’t gotta be in jail
Because your ass doing time
I’m black
Aggravated, criminal mind stated
Problems with the police
They were all dope related
Now take my shoes and walk em out of my pad Vic
A playa hatas they down to blood bound
Can you feel me
I’m talking about the real, do you hear me
I tricked a little b*tch walked up and said gimme
I’m puttin it down on a mic representing self made
No shorts or losses
But bullets get sprayed
I’m not some artificial killer
Or some cheap ass thriller
But I can chop your head off
You get between my scrilla

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
See nothin’ but sh*t up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug
And amnesia
I’m a motherf*cker hustla
An I’d been trapt down long
Tryin’ to come up in this game
Whether is right or is wrong
See nothin’ but sh*t up in my blood
And plus the drugs up in this thug
And amnesia I’m a motherf*cker hustla
An I’d been trapt down long
Tryin’ to come up in this game
Whether is right or is wrong

[Outro: Droopy Drew Dog]
So there you have it
Self made playa Droopy Droop motherf*cking Dog
Puttin’ it down for playa village
AKA BH motherf*cking P
Hook my sh*t with Paul
Motherf*cking prophet
Juicy “J” behind this sh*t
You know what I’m saying
Can’t stop
It’s on from hurdle to hurdle two G’s b*tch
Fear this n*gga