you cants lip

You cant slip, cause the pimpin game is not about the ***
You gots to be a businessman to keep them thangs in check
I used to run some call girls and pimp em just for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!
Back in 82 I used to roll a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin came so easy to me, I didnt have to hit em
Roll em up to Canada so Johnnys could wit em
Show them fake IDs so we could step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, Im takin orders
Two thousand dollars and shell make you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim bout how they know the pimpin game
How can you run the ladies when youre only 17?
I speak from experience when I say 'Turn around!'
Cause I was rollin heavy till one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was lookin 21
59', street-tough and packin guns
But I was slippin cause the pimpin game was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is fla***** *******n crazy on my pager
I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the tel cause Im down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if hes beatin on my female
Kickin down the door and aint nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the street
If I wasnt slippin then the psycho couldnt kill her
Body found face down, floatin in the green river
You cant slip! Not in this pimpin game, chief!
No no , you cant slip!
You cant slip.
Yo E-Dog, tell them whats up with that slangin and bangin, chief!
[Verse 2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)]
You cant slip when youre rollin through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin phat (Yeah!)
Cause its the 1990s and you got to be prepared
Or a ****** like the Ell roll em up and keep em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin ****** rollin danks through my set (Dont do it !)
Drops 6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!)
But when we starts the locin up, the fool will start the chokin up
And bones are gettin broken up, a jack move ! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella with a fat sack
Comin out missin when youre slippin on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin but you went out gettin served ( Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now its time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say its bout the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my name (Word.)
So now Im straight addicted to thejackin and the slangin
Cross court saggin and my flag shows Im bangin
But if you think Im gonna stop this life, well youre wrong!
I dont care about your muscles cause my 9 is pluggin domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, theres a lesson to be taught
The brother pulled an AK and now Im yellin 'Mayday!'
[gunshots] ('OH *** *********T, HE GOT E-DOG!') On the concrete I lay!
He walks up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know Im gonna die!
(Lil cake-ass gang ******, you cant jack for these Ds! See ya!)
[gun cocking, shot] (Cmon, lets go, *** ***!) [sirens]
(Shouldnt have been a sucka, ******!) [door closing]
(Punk mother******!! Yeah!) [car skids off]
You cant slip.
You cant slip. Oh, you better pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You cant slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you cant slip!
[creepy organ music]
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin me how they growin.
Well, Im just tryin to tell you where youre goin.
You cant slip. Peace