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| Verse [1]
Before you get mad, and wonder what's my bag, guess I'm gonna have to make my self clear. Final frontier, 206 Pimps we're glad that yo monkey ass made it out here. There's Purp on the left, on the right there's ho's... (Uh, where they go?) Up, there they go, and just so you know, my shows bold and loud, and if you cant dig that, feel free to leave now, cause I bring it like: "Biatch!" Come out yo cheese. My name's Nigga Pleaze, I don't sing about trees, but if that trees burning, watch with ease, how I talk about trees referring to weeds. Concurrent as bees on blackberries, by a garbage can on uh hot summers eve, now as I plant my hand on my N-U-T's, every nigga, every breeze, repeat after me. Hook (X 2) Say: Neezie Pleazie! Neezie Pleazie! Say: That's my Neezie! That's my Pleazie! Why ask why, I'm one hell of uh guy! Now, can I get an alibi? Some Skyway/Northwest shit, Bitch open up wide. Y'all know me, and this is how I ride. (One hell of uh guy.) (He's so fly.) (High up in the sky.) (My oh my) (He's a straight up "G") (Pleazie's off the heazie) Verse [2] Nigga Pleaze, these fucking fleas, parasites, don't invite these, to a window seat for a bite to eat, unless you like teeth in yo wind pipe, G. What's up high and mighty, I'm from the ghetto, tragedy, like Othello, when a nigga's uh nigga, and uh bitch is a ho, P.O.'s aint' woah, but dough is though! They'll scream: "Keep it Real", but then keep it broke, and have a year spin by like hundred spokes. Let me hip y'all folks to how I'se raised, blaze on the purple haze up out uh Skyway. Now what if I said you smoke every day on I-5, getting head down the freeway. Sipping Tanqueray with yo feezie. Yo feezie say you's her "Neezie!" We living crazy up in the S-E-A, like a roach juggling dynamite sticks with Raid. You aint' trying to get paid, get out of my way. I'll hold it down for this side of the Cascades. Ho's say: "Pleaze, you so nasty...", when I lean my thing up against their spleen, bump her rump till they dispense the cream. I leave 'em all drenched up in they wet dreams. Pimp shit? I pimps this! Pleaze don't spit no gimp shit. If I said it, must have meant it. My words always implemented. Spit uh blurb of verb so splendid, it'll twist yo face demented, like the finest Cognac fermented, Phit Da' Bill's my syndicate, and bitch you cant forget my name, Hook (X 2) Say: Neezie Pleazie! Neezie Pleazie! Say: That's my Neezie! That's my Pleazie! Why ask why, I'm one hell of uh guy! Now, can I get an alibi? Some Skyway/Northwest shit, Bitch open up wide. Y'all know me, and this is how I ride. (One hell of uh guy.) (He's so fly.) (High up in the sky.) (My oh my) (He's a straight up "G") (Pleazie's off the heazie) Verse [3] (@ ease!) I drop out the beat, like a trap door released beneath yo feet, and y'all reply: "Damn! Pleaze got heat, like pumpkin seeds fresh off the cookie sheet!". Here's the part of my verse where I rant and curse, snatch grandmas purse, then I ran to 1st. Panting with thirst, the purse in my hands @ first, smurfed to my pants and out pops my damn shirt. (You know you love Nigga Pleaze!) I goes to work helping you flirt w/ that skirt and hit it backwards. Tell me nigga, how would you attract her, if the cut bumping in the club couldn't capture that you was trying to pleaze her needs of rapture, and help her see being w/ uh pimp's such a pleasure. (Now, listen close...) Then you pleaze her @ your leisure, don't feed her, make her put a down payment on your Beamer, then you leave her. Cut her loose like a weed-eater. Need some beaver? Retrieve her, then redeem her, clean her, dust her off, then preen her, see nigga, my game's keener, bad to the femur. Now, have you seen her sexy demeanor? She meaner than a millimeter, she a man eater. No need to beat around the bush, she don't think so either. Pleaze make haters believers. Breakdown (Everybody say:) Neezie Pleazie, My oh my, he's so fly, he's a straight up G! Okay... Everybody say:) Neezie Pleazie, Thats my Neezie My oh my, he's a straight up G! Hook (X 2) Say: Neezie Pleazie! Neezie Pleazie! Say: That's my Neezie! That's my Pleazie! Why ask why, I'm one hell of uh guy! Now, can I get an alibi? Some Skyway/Northwest shit, Bitch open up wide. Y'all know me, and this is how I ride. (One hell of uh guy.) (He's so fly.) (High up in the sky.) (My oh my) (He's a straight up "G") (Pleazie's off the heazie) |