Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
His name is Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus
Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick
But now he's fifty and his belly hangs lower than his dick
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it
Put the forty to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescence, cause of his pimp lessons
Smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive
Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho
Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash
And wheezed out come on man, make this mother****er mash
Ain't gonna mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Oakland do you wanna ride
I can't hear you, Oakland do you wanna ride tonight
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
Whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matter-of-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle axe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seems like a pee-pee head"
She said, don't cuss, and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing
"You're just too beautiful for words"
I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to bawl my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To give illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back, before this scene
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump with one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, I love you Boo
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Let's go to Frisco, I got very friendly vocal inflections
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperature gauge read, cold and blistery
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp, comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no player hatin' points
You know how bitches act, shit, exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only friends that I had as a youth
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gonna end til we make revolution
But who gonna make the shit if we worship prostitution
Ain't no women finna die for the same old conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, why the hell you pointin' a gat
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft mother****ers let bygones be bygones
But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
And I still remember momma
You're much too beautiful for words
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.96][Verse 1]
[00:20.70]Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
[00:29.28]His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
[00:36.84]His name is Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus
[00:39.54]Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
[00:42.24]Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy said he
[00:44.49]This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
[00:47.10]Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around
[00:50.25]This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
[00:52.83]I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
[00:55.41]Makin' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
[00:57.87]Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick
[01:00.06]But now he's fifty and his belly hangs lower than his dick
[01:05.34]And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
[01:08.07]Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it
[01:10.68]Put the forty to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
[01:13.38]Well since my adolescence, cause of his pimp lessons
[01:15.87]Smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
[01:18.78]Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
[01:21.39]Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function
[01:23.73]From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive
[01:26.28]Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive
[01:29.34]Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
[01:31.53]Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho
[01:34.11]Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash
[01:36.72]And wheezed out come on man, make this mother****er mash
[01:39.48]Ain't gonna mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
[01:42.03]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[01:50.01][Hook]
[01:51.06]Oakland do you wanna ride
[01:57.00]I can't hear you, Oakland do you wanna ride tonight
[02:05.31][Verse 2]
[02:11.01]There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
[02:16.26]Whatever it was that could break my momma's back
[02:18.90]Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
[02:21.48]And matter-of-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
[02:24.12]And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle axe
[02:26.73]And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
[02:29.07]Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
[02:31.74]I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
[02:34.32]Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes
[02:36.81]She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
[02:39.45]I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seems like a pee-pee head"
[02:42.39]She said, don't cuss, and my teeth to go brush
[02:44.82]And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
[02:47.52]With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
[02:49.83]Before she went out on the stroll
[02:51.18]She'd tuck me into bed and sing
[02:53.64]"You're just too beautiful for words"
[02:59.22][Verse 3]
[03:05.79]I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
[03:11.28]And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave
[03:14.01]Left to bawl my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
[03:16.59]To give illustrations that are clear and clean
[03:18.99]I'll take you two hours back, before this scene
[03:21.96]Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
[03:24.33]When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
[03:27.18]Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
[03:29.49]Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
[03:37.50]That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot
[03:40.35]Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
[03:42.63]Then the pump with one arm done harm
[03:44.88]Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
[03:47.46]Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
[03:50.04]Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion
[03:55.62]I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
[03:58.20]She didn't even have the strength to say, I love you Boo
[04:00.90]But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
[04:03.48]She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
[04:06.27]But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
[04:11.49]Let's go to Frisco, I got very friendly vocal inflections
[04:14.07]Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
[04:16.65]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[04:32.34][Hook ]
[04:37.86][Verse 4]
[04:42.90]Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
[04:45.60]My temperature gauge read, cold and blistery
[04:50.97]This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
[04:53.55]Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
[04:56.07]See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
[04:58.47]Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp, comma
[05:01.26]You accidentally killed my mom, no player hatin' points
[05:03.99]You know how bitches act, shit, exclamation points
[05:06.69]First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
[05:09.00]His letters were the only friends that I had as a youth
[05:14.16]So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
[05:16.80]Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
[05:19.68]To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
[05:22.35]And I don't think that it's gonna end til we make revolution
[05:24.84]But who gonna make the shit if we worship prostitution
[05:27.60]Ain't no women finna die for the same old conclusion
[05:30.00]Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
[05:32.55]Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
[05:35.43]Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
[05:38.01]Jesus said, why the hell you pointin' a gat
[05:40.29]So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
[05:42.87]I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
[05:45.90]This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
[05:48.51]Microsoft mother****ers let bygones be bygones
[05:51.09]But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icons"
[05:53.67]He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
[05:56.01]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[06:00.39][Hook]
[06:16.74][Boots]
[06:18.39]And I still remember momma
[06:21.27]You're much too beautiful for words
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
His name is Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus
Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick
But now he's fifty and his belly hangs lower than his dick
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it
Put the forty to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescence, cause of his pimp lessons
Smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive
Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho
Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash
And wheezed out come on man, make this mother****er mash
Ain't gonna mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Oakland do you wanna ride
I can't hear you, Oakland do you wanna ride tonight
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
Whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matter-of-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle axe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seems like a pee-pee head"
She said, don't cuss, and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing
"You're just too beautiful for words"
I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to bawl my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To give illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back, before this scene
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump with one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, I love you Boo
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Let's go to Frisco, I got very friendly vocal inflections
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperature gauge read, cold and blistery
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp, comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no player hatin' points
You know how bitches act, shit, exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only friends that I had as a youth
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gonna end til we make revolution
But who gonna make the shit if we worship prostitution
Ain't no women finna die for the same old conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, why the hell you pointin' a gat
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft mother****ers let bygones be bygones
But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
And I still remember momma
You're much too beautiful for words
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:03.96][Verse 1]
[00:20.70]Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
[00:29.28]His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
[00:36.84]His name is Hey-Zeus but his pimp name is Jesus
[00:39.54]Slapped a ho to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
[00:42.24]Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy said he
[00:44.49]This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
[00:47.10]Never plea, try not to flee, make niggas pee when you stick around
[00:50.25]This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
[00:52.83]I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
[00:55.41]Makin' sure that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
[00:57.87]Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a ho quick
[01:00.06]But now he's fifty and his belly hangs lower than his dick
[01:05.34]And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
[01:08.07]Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody must have scratched it
[01:10.68]Put the forty to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
[01:13.38]Well since my adolescence, cause of his pimp lessons
[01:15.87]Smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
[01:18.78]Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
[01:21.39]Ain't got no close partners, socially I can't function
[01:23.73]From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive
[01:26.28]Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive
[01:29.34]Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
[01:31.53]Did I mention that my momma was his number one ho
[01:34.11]Clunked the forty on the floor and placed his palm on the dash
[01:36.72]And wheezed out come on man, make this mother****er mash
[01:39.48]Ain't gonna mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
[01:42.03]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[01:50.01][Hook]
[01:51.06]Oakland do you wanna ride
[01:57.00]I can't hear you, Oakland do you wanna ride tonight
[02:05.31][Verse 2]
[02:11.01]There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
[02:16.26]Whatever it was that could break my momma's back
[02:18.90]Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
[02:21.48]And matter-of-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
[02:24.12]And on the track, she went from beautiful to battle axe
[02:26.73]And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
[02:29.07]Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
[02:31.74]I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
[02:34.32]Never knew how she was sufferin' for my food and clothes
[02:36.81]She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
[02:39.45]I said, "He's missin' an arm, and he seems like a pee-pee head"
[02:42.39]She said, don't cuss, and my teeth to go brush
[02:44.82]And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
[02:47.52]With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
[02:49.83]Before she went out on the stroll
[02:51.18]She'd tuck me into bed and sing
[02:53.64]"You're just too beautiful for words"
[02:59.22][Verse 3]
[03:05.79]I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
[03:11.28]And my nine-year-old self as paramedics leave
[03:14.01]Left to bawl my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
[03:16.59]To give illustrations that are clear and clean
[03:18.99]I'll take you two hours back, before this scene
[03:21.96]Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
[03:24.33]When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
[03:27.18]Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
[03:29.49]Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
[03:37.50]That day the landlady got her rent before he got his knot
[03:40.35]Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
[03:42.63]Then the pump with one arm done harm
[03:44.88]Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
[03:47.46]Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
[03:50.04]Heard the blap blap of twenty head crack percussion
[03:55.62]I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
[03:58.20]She didn't even have the strength to say, I love you Boo
[04:00.90]But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
[04:03.48]She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
[04:06.27]But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
[04:11.49]Let's go to Frisco, I got very friendly vocal inflections
[04:14.07]Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
[04:16.65]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[04:32.34][Hook ]
[04:37.86][Verse 4]
[04:42.90]Or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
[04:45.60]My temperature gauge read, cold and blistery
[04:50.97]This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
[04:53.55]Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
[04:56.07]See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
[04:58.47]Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp, comma
[05:01.26]You accidentally killed my mom, no player hatin' points
[05:03.99]You know how bitches act, shit, exclamation points
[05:06.69]First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
[05:09.00]His letters were the only friends that I had as a youth
[05:14.16]So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
[05:16.80]Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
[05:19.68]To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
[05:22.35]And I don't think that it's gonna end til we make revolution
[05:24.84]But who gonna make the shit if we worship prostitution
[05:27.60]Ain't no women finna die for the same old conclusion
[05:30.00]Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
[05:32.55]Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
[05:35.43]Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
[05:38.01]Jesus said, why the hell you pointin' a gat
[05:40.29]So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
[05:42.87]I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
[05:45.90]This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
[05:48.51]Microsoft mother****ers let bygones be bygones
[05:51.09]But since I'm Macintosh, I'mma double click your icons"
[05:53.67]He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
[05:56.01]Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
[06:00.39][Hook]
[06:16.74][Boots]
[06:18.39]And I still remember momma
[06:21.27]You're much too beautiful for words
Well now haha what have we here? chorus c-c-c-come with it get down get down get down 2ce repeat
My footsteps echo in the darkness my teeth clenched ...
Ali shook the world im gonna shake my homies hand three in the morning dressed in blue once again my size ten rest upon the concrete floor heads bob r...
Presto, read the communist manifesto
Guerillas in the mist, a guevara named ernesto, so
(e-roc：what a brother with a afro know?)
Yo, go and flow for t...
I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
What you thank? walk the plank, is my mothe...
Well now haha what have we here? chorus c-c-c-come with it get down get down get down 2ce repeat
My footsteps echo in the darkness my teeth clenched ...
Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you .
Crying to the beat of the words project complex.
Lookin...
Hey how you do
And if you don't already know about my partner
Let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew
The coup boots e roc and pam the funkstres...
I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
What you thank? walk the plank, is my mothe...
Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
And oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
Crying to the beat of the words project complex.
Looking ...