Pimp Without a Caddy Tone Lōc

[Intro]
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, ho
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'mma 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