Good Thing We're Rappin

[Intro: 2Pac]

Alright parents, go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over

This goes out to all the macks in the industry

Huh, alright roll the tape

(You ain't no pimp; you a rest-haven for hoes)

[Chorus]

It's a good thing that we're rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin'

It's a good thing that we're rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin'

It's a good thing that we're rappin'

[Verse 1: Humpty Hump & Shock G]

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie

Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady

It was Mike to those that knows

Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was East Coast niggas heading west

I was rolling shotgun, cooling with my man Fresh Wes

The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag

You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags (On the Caddie)

'Cause that's how we flipped it

Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit

All of this was around spring '81

I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the highway in L.A

My man Wes says "Hey, I got a bitch in San Diego"

"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple of days

I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright playa, yo, I'll see you soon"

Yeah that's how real players kick it, see there ain't no rules

We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie

Later that night I knocked a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"

I says, "Oh yeah?", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch

She was fine, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'

Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro

Man I'm trying to say I had a money making ho

But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail

Had to sling a little yale to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town

The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"

I said, "Shut the hell up ho

Who asked you to run your mouth?"

She was right though

It was time to take a trip down south

And to this very day, when I think of how

I was living back then I got to say that

[Chorus]

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'

Good thing we got music

If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead

And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'

Good thing we got music

If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead

And then we got to use it

[Verse 2: Humpty Hump; Shock G]

They call it "ho po'" when you're leakin

So you know that ho po' is when yo po', cause you got no ho

I was po' but I wasn't ho po', cause I had one ho

But we was leakin cause the money was slow

"Cop and blow" means you're going up and down

I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHounds

In San Diego, off Broadway, there used to be a spot

I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was cooling outside

Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"

I was working a double-breast silk weave suit

With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys

Wes said, "it's pimpish how you wear 'em outside ya pants

And by the way my ham sandwich in the alley"

'Ham sandwich' meant Brougham Cadillac

Quarter inch whites with the chrome wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome plate on the grill

For sunroof we say it had the brains blown

I said, "there's bitches inside, you ready to attack?"

Wes looked at me said, "Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack"

My man's pimp stroll was cold gangsta limpin'

We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "it's pimpin'!"

I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin

Wasn't there twenty minutes 'fore my people walked in

I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?"

She said, "cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these few"

We always did it like that, in case the vice squad was peeping

This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leaking

Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?"

Wes said, "nigga don't ya recognize the 'P' when you see it?"

He said, "oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"

I said, "yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "she with you, playa? cause I'd really like to buck her"

Looked at her, said, "baby, I'm a raw motherfucker"

I said, "yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"

Ain't no choosin', jump on off slick, this one here's my shnucka"

He said, "whatchu mean by shnucka?"

"It ain't too hard to figure

You call your nigga nucka, shnucka means she-nigga

And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers

Find another ho to go for yours"

He said, "but, I like her"

I said, "you must be a rookie

Now figure this three", he cut me off and stepped to Cookie

He said, "how do you feel about this, my dear?"

I said, "nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here!

Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me

You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three

And most of all nigga, I ain't the one

Now back the fuck up off me son"

He said, "to block another man's game is a shame"

I said, "leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game

Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"

Reached down and started pullin' out my tool from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass, but instead

I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick 'round this nigga's head

So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style

Cookie runs up and says, "baby you okay?"

I says, "yo, all of this excitement got you dizzy

What you standin' 'round watchin? bitch get busy!

Go back outside and finish gettin' my money!"

The bartender laughed, said, "you pimp niggas funny"

And I'll tell you once again

It blows my mind, when I think how I was living back then

Cause yo

[Chorus]

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'

Good thing we got music

If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead

And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'

'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'

Good thing we got music

If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead

And then we got to use it

And you don't stop

Humpty Hump in the house

And yo I go, I go

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe

Why must I pimp the ho?

Nothing but the mack in me

(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)

You know what I'm sayin

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe

Why must I pimp the ho?

Nothing but the mack in me

(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe

Why must I pimp the ho?

Nothing but the mack in me

(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)

Check it..

Ho (..do the ho catcher..)

Ho (..do the ho catcher..)

(..ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher..)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe

Why must I pimp the ho?

Nothing but the mack in me

(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe

Why must I pimp the ho?

Nothing but the mack in me

(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)

I said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother fuckin ho

(..pimp that ho..mack..)

Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya

Cause you been a ho too long

Know what I'm sayin? yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest

Pimps up and hoes down

Squares don't fuck around town

Know what I'm sayin?

Oh yeah, it's time to rest

Dress and finess

Count my monies while I read the funnies

Give my propas while I watch the soap operas

'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch whatcha doin sitting on your ass watchin' the cars go by?

Pat your feet on the concrete and go get my money woman!

[Outro: Shock G]

Yeah, right about i wanna say peace to my man Shawn Michael Ocean who pimped hoes, you know what I'm saying? And to my man Indian Mike, the three-card monte playing Gs, and my man Texas Mike, straight pimping all white hoes down in San Diego

Peace to my man Diamond, checking the hoe traps in Miami

Peace to my man Pimpin' Sam, down in Tampa, Florida

I wanna say what's up to Country, Suge and Royal, checking red and dropping a [?] dragon Murphy to all them hoes in Philly

Yo, God bless Shadow Man

May he rest in peace, a true genius in the con game

Yo, 'nuff peace goes out to Pretty Tony down in  [?] Florida - i still call you Leakin' Tone, nigga, 'cause you ain't never had no ho

Peace to the pimp nigga Boobie, had a big fat booster bitch

Peace to L.A. Red and So Pretty down in Florida and any niggas claiming he had more than ten bitches in their stable, you know what i`m saying?

Peace to that one-eyed nigga Chuckle Up, with the hoe miss with a  smelly feet. Goddamn, y'all remember that shit?

And peace to my stick-up kid homie Bysim down in Tampa, ah, yeah

Yo, i wanna say peace to my ex-main ho Abbie didn't wanna cross the country, girl, 'cause you're still hoeing, what's up?

Last but not least, i gotta say peace to my man Fresh Wes, Las Vegas' best

From your homie Icy Mike, could nobody tell a bitch to get busy like you could, playa

Yeah, get at me now, if you hear this, look me up

Cause  it`s pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest

Pimpinest, pimpinest, stll pimpinest, some more pimpinest

And i`m outta here

[Big Money Odi$]

I`d like to say Rest In Peace to my man Kevin Izney, the flashiest nigga in his town. It will burn the shit out ya eyes if you ever look at his coat

And to the most bullshit-talking nigga Young Sonny, he said he grew up in the wild woods to get his money

And my man Stevie who hip niggas to the game, long time ago

And to the rest of the players in this town that are still living:

Black Mad Jack, Moose Dog with his macking ass with his blue hog, Mike Sausage, Charlie Birds, Shevrone and all of the rest niggas in this town

And to you fly-ass bitches in this town, i gotta say what's up to both Kishas, Dome, Trees, Coochie, Gigi, Antcha, Trina,  Monique and the rest of the Peewee`s old doing

And to my niggas in Oakland, i'd like to say what's up to my nigga Lucky, with the flyest bitches in the stroll, i will be seeing you in the traffic

And to my nigga Pierre.. What`s up? You still got that fly-ass perm in your hair?

I'd like to say what's up to my nigga Young Mark and to the nigga Pat, who's known for laying the bitch traps, got a bitch named Hennessy and she`s burning a hundred proof

And to the rest of you hoes that's in Oakland, i`d like to say what's up to Famous, i`d like to say what`s up to Lady T,  known as the Ass For A Technician. I`d like to say what`s up to my girl Trees, and to my partner Michelle, i`ve heard the bitch is sassy, mack nasty

And to the rest of you hoes that i forgot about, you ain't meant shit to me anyway

Peace, from Bigg Money Odis, enough said