R.I.P. Pimp...

Song: One DayArtist: UGK, 3-2, Ron IsleyAlbum: Ridin' Dirty
Ron Isley:Well, well, well, well,
Hello, baby
Fool, one day you here...And then you gone.

Mama put me out at only fourteen
So, I start sellin' crack, cocaine, and codiene.
Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick,
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile,
But they don't know who they messin' with...yeah.
My mama's only son,
But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin' last one.
Every nigga and they mama aksin', "Why?"But I'm in the game, live by the game,
And in the game I'ma die;
And, if I die or should I say if I go,
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the Come 'N Go
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary.
So, I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip,
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips.
'N when ya think about that,
You say "it'll be on", It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone.

Chorus: (Ron Isley)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(Baby, the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone

Bun B:This world we livin' in,
Man, it ain't nuthin' but drama;
Everyone wanna harm ya
In New York niggas gettin' shot fo bombers.
Now, they got yo' life in the palm of
They hand like California,
Niggas wit dubs of hydroponic marijuana.
Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna,
Down in Orange my nigga Fox died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game.
I saw him once before he died
Wish it was twice, mayne.
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib,
Lettin' us act bad
Not givin' a fuck what we did.
When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end.
And, I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin.
My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten;
But, now it look like when he come out, man, I'm goin' in.
So, shit, I walk around wit my mind blown
In my own fuckin' zone
'Cause one day you here,
But the next day you gone.

Chorus:One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone

Pimp C:I'm up early 'cause ain't enough light in the daytime.
Smoke two sweets,
And stol' these chickens fo' the clock strike nine.
Dream that holdin' my boulder smolder on the PA pipes;
AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights.
Niggas be lookin' shife
So, I look shife back.
Can't show no weakness with these bitches
Git yo life jacked.
Mayne, its a trip where I stay especially for me.
Them bitches tryin' to lock me up
For the whole century.
They gave my nigga, Donnie, 40, Dante, 19.
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean.
My world a trip you can ask Bun B,Bitch, I ain't no liar.
My man Bobo jus' lost his baby in a house fire;
And, when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God, "Why you let these killas live,
And take my homeboy's son away?
"Man, if you got kids show 'em you love 'em'Cause God jus' might call 'em home,
'Cause one day they here,'N, baby the next day they gone.

-RIP Pimp