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Yeah, already Two underground kings, one underground legend I've been in my Dickies, my black flags since day one Yeah, Pimp where you at? Got my Dickies on ho Uh, uh I'm Pimp C bitch, got my Dickies on ho Keep a chrome .44 and a bumper full of snow Got red Dickies, white Dickies, orange Dickies too And I even got the blue for when I represent for Screw Nigga, I been wearing khakis since before that shit was cool Fucking with Jon Johnson wearing Dickies to the school With them hard heads packed a condom, gangsta night Way before I had a record, I was rocking the mic Got a pocket full of stones nigga Call me Sweet Jones nigga You girl love me, she can't leave my dick alone nigga Cause she a carnivore Take the leash off the bitch cause she a real live whore Got my Dickies on ho Say man I'm fresh off the west side of 9th street soldier I be up on my grind early morning, no Folgers Letras de cancionesNo Starbucks, nigga no latte Need it for me, I hit up the streets and get it grande Hit the swap meet, I head up to the flea market Swang the candy slab through and let 'em watch a G park it I'm buying Jordans or them thousand dollar I.D's And a fresh pair of Dickies that's how I be I'm khaki'd up, I'm creased tight With no cuffs, yeah that's right Strapped in the back, not in the front Tec on the side, 'bout to smoke a blunt So pass the strawberry Philly bro Or the Swisher Sweet cigarillo really though And fill it up with the sticky Make sure the ashes don't fall on my Dickies Got my Dickies on ho Got my Dickies on ho, got my tickets on bitch Young fresh nigga, hundred thousand dollar outfit Got a new one everyday, hundred dollars ain't shit Made a hundred for the fit, left a hundred dollar tip One time I lost a crip, tax in Missisip I'll tell you 'bout it later, bet you niggas gon' trip Ask me how I did it, I tell them clientele Now everybody hating on me, that why the hell he ain't in jail Bitch I ain't in jail cause I'm a muhh'fucking G Making dirty money so I put it in the clean Lights going on, baby way too many carats Watch keep blushing, got a young nigga embarrassed Hate where you, no way you always sitting Ferris (wheel) Look into the mirror, changes scare me M.O.B that's how the rich got rich 22-20 make a real nigga snitch Got my Dickies on ho From Letras Mania