Pimp Without A Caddy Lyrics - Singles - Tone Loc

Hit me 

Aaaaah yeeeaah 

That's the flavor right there 

Sho' you're right 

Yo, tell em what it's all about, man 

All that ballin thing 

How you got it goin and on and on with that, huh 

(Tell em what it's all about) 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

I'm a straight up hustler, never grew up in the ghetto, though 

Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe 

Some say that I grew up in a wild hood 

Not even knowin where I spent my childhood 

The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper 

The rhymes are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper 

Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bullet 

The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to pull it 

Cause in the city you never know what can come up 

You turn your back and what's up - a sucker runs up 

And then you're left in a stand-still 

Nine times out of ten, yo, it's kill or be killed 

So I sit back and observe what goes on 

So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on 

I let him know this ain't the time and place 

But there will be a time and place 

And I'ma smoke his ass.. 

Throw him so deep in the ground, boy, you think he was grass 

And when you wake up, apologize to your daddy 

O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy 

Youknowmsayin? 

Just a O.G. type brother 

I want you to break it down 

And tell em about the days of young 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

Now the pimpin I talkin 'bout, it don't include girls 

I pimp microphones and rock worlds 

I been a gangsta since back in the day 

Junior High School, I think it was in '78 

Back in the days when locs was called insanes 

And I was coolin with my big cousin Nobrain 

Back then, you know a sucker wouldn't face me 

Scared of catchin the pointed tips of my Stacy's 

Strollin the street with my sweet girl Jackie 

Creased Curduroys and starched up khakis 

Back then that was the style and it was ice 

And every gear you saw me in was deadly precise 

I ain't never had a problem on any block 

Cause if I did, sho' I cut him and get socked 

Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie 

Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy 

Uknowmsayin? 

Just a little bad gooseneck, uknowmsayin? 

Wasn't really into a whole lotta bullshit 

Just doin his own thing 

Straight get his scrap on 

But it was kinda cool, uknowmsayin 

That's why he was very well respected 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

It ain't all about who you're bangin 

Gangbangin or how much dope you're slingin 

It's all about gettin your life established 

And when you're livin like Loc, your life is lavish 

Everything, from my living to my bathtub 

The exotic women and different type of backrubs 

The places I travel, the things that I see 

You're startin to get the picture how they start to juice me? 

You can't compare me to wanna-pimps whimps 

Cause that's entirely a different type of pimp 

Longevity is the key to my success 

Not rollin around makin women undress 

I am a player, petty actions surveyor 

Never heard about a headache, cause I use Vaya 

So the women can come kiss the sugar daddy 

O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy 

Uknowmsayin? 

... 

It was on to the break of dawn 

I got it like that 

I'm sworn to the hood 

But check 

I got things to do 

Check this out 

[ VERSE 4 ] 

An O.G. for life, and that's what I have to be 

Just like the homies standin front and back of me 

And when you see us don't ask stupid questions 

Are we gangbangin? You know what's our profession 

We're servin suckers techniques and good rhymes 

Big Buds, loose women and good times 

I don't hesitate to check a boy in a second 

He thinks I'm soft just because I went and made a record 

It's that petty thought that got him all smoked out 

By a brother named Tone who was loc'ed out 

I nutted up and I'm known to do it on occasion 

And engagin in .44s and 12-gauges 

Some old suckers lay the beat twice as hard 

And when you see I got 20'000 bodyguards 

I came to battle with rhymes, knowin theirs shabby 

O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy 

Uknowmsayin? 

Straight up down for the crown 

Tribe thing, uknowmsayin? 

No matter who you are or where you come from 

When they push you back to the wall 

You got no choice but to come out swingin 

Uknowmsayin 

And that's straight up real 

No matter where you're from 

Laws of the street 

Pimpin style 

Special shout-out to the Westside Trizzide 

Special shout-out to my homies EPMD 

Special shout-out to Humpy Hump and crew 

Special shout-out to ATL 

What's up with your football game? 

Tone-Loc 150 yards, don't know 

To all the homies on the Westside