Three 6 Mafia
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin'
Get the fuck up
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I'm ridin' tall on 24's, spittin' game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin', drankin' up all night, ballin' out, yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna roll with me, blow a bag of dro with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in yo' city
I'm all about this pimpin', when it comes to women
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin'
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Here I am, here I am so fresh, so, so clean
Off in the club, aw shit, I see I blew the hoe's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thing
Clean as a dollar off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tape
Face get your G's up, way, way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy rests in Heaven
But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby I'm clean, clean
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin'
Let me tell you somethin' nigga
That paper is like trash, nigga
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
That paper is like trash nigga
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
Throw that shit out, throw that shit out
We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin' rich, gettin' it, livin' large
Sellin' white, sellin' pills, sellin' crystal meth, meth
Sellin' D's, sellin' speed 'til there's nothin' left, left
Fresh clothes, pullin' hoes, get my roll on, roll on
Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch hold on, hold on
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip and get chose on
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
Quart a Mo' (whas happenin?)
Sweet Jones
I see a lot of niggaz in this rap game man
Niggaz moving too mother fucking fast
Y'all niggaz need to...
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)
Niggaz poppin pills, sippin bar, smoking fry and God knows whatever else
Niggaz on that Malcolm... X
You know like that nigga Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you
You know what I'm saying?
[Pimp C]
Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and titties
I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity
Cause most niggaz get took by the street fame
And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game
I see a lot of niggaz sign record deals
But they fall off, cause they niggaz wasn't real
But I've been in this thang since '92
Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do
Through the wars, having no cars
Going to jail, rapping behind bars
Putting it down wit my beat
When we was broke out on the streets
Trying to come up on a motha fucking Swisher Sweet
I used to sell weed, then I sold crack
I used to ride in a old-school gold 'Lac
Fleetwood wit' cherry lights
I sold that bitch to that boy Moe, that's why we come down at night
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]
[Pimp C]
Bitch now I drive a big Benz (big Benz)
And spend big money with my motha fucking hustling friends
I don't buy the O, I buy the quarter-pound
I'm talking Indo nigga, I lay these bitches down
What's happening out in LA, LA
When I'm out there with the Boo-Yaa Tribe
And that's how I play (that's how I play)
And I'm hollerin at Yuk and C-Bo too
I hear whatcha saying and I'm a do what y'all wanna do
Cause fuck niggaz need to get hit up
Bitch niggaz don't deserve no truck
Snitch niggaz don't deserve to fuck
Nigga outta luck
That's why your records ain't selling and ya stuck
You need to slow down before somebody hit you up
You need to slow down before somebody fuck you up
You need to slow down before it comes to get you
Hit you in your wig and ain't nothing to split you
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]
[Corey Mo]
You see this rap game is more than just rhymes and beats
It designed to make money, it starts in the streets
A lotta niggaz don't follow the rules and end up losing
Way before their time, cause their records ain't moving
Better slow down and rethink your strategy nigga
Have you still paying dues, you can't be mad at me nigga
I ain't looking for no handouts or looking for no friends (un-uh)
My brother always told me nigga, go and get your ends
And that's what I'm a do, it's the honest-to-God truth
I'm a stay up on these beats and I'm a stay off in the booth
So all you niggaz hating, waiting for me to fold
I'm bout to shift to another gear and pass you hoes
On the cool, I ain't nobody's goddamn fool
Just like you pack tools, nigga I do too
So in case you never knew nigga, you know now
What you ought to be trying to do is on the real
Is slow down
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) [repeated]
Hol' up, slow down, uh
Get your mind on your money
Cause your records ain't selling
Hold up
Smoke some, bitch
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm still trill, working the wheel, it's pimpin' at it's finest
We playas of the year, you other simps is behind us
Still sideline hustlin', got 'em for the chief
Only nigga in '06 hittin' licks off this beat
Phones get ya fucked off, so no need for conversations
Just hit me when ya get up to that corner gas station
Keep a candy blue 'llac, pop the trunk on the chrome
Had the state ridin' dirty 'til the Pimp came home
Now it's on, get ready for that Texas takeover
We got the whole world sipping on them purple sodas
Saying, man, hold up, up and screaming, what it do?
Showing off the diamond grills, swangin'
Bangin' on the screw, bangin' on the screw
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
Uh, Pimp C, I ain't never made love, some of my friends sell drugs
I got some bitches with some cock good as gold
'Cause good hot pussy is to be throwed and sold
See me, I'm stackin' my paper, grippin' my wood
Diamonds up again, just like it should
Me and Young Thug, up in yo' hood, pimpin' a hoe like a trill nigga could
'Cause everyday is a holiday, poppin' tags on a collar day, collar day
Girls want this hot dollar cum, wanna suck my dick, wanna swallow Mae
Everything is everything, when I think to fuck with my pinky ring
Sipping on a colt purple thing, candy red drop sittin' on swang
I whip the 'llac like a whip a bird, used to drink and then hit the herb
Cars swerve but don't hit the curb, got kids in the 'burb, sipping on syrup
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
My nigga pimp off lock, off that lot in a Bentley
That's how that Texas represent, blowin' ?dro behind tint
But still ain't let this money change us, still keep a set of swangers
On a drop in the garage, with a trunk full of papers
Fit this poppin' room with hash pots, shining like stars
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my car
Bustin' down a cigar, fillin' it up with the green
Fire it up, couplet on the money, cup for the lean
Slim Thug 'bout to fan 'em, fan 'em, fuckin' niggaz' heads up
Hoe didn't know us country niggaz had our bread up
Everyday I eat too many shrimp, every city that I go to
Bitches love a pimp
Now the shit gon' stop, we got this game by the nuts
Puttin' pistols to these niggaz and puttin' dick in these hoes' cunts
Been around the world, then I went to the pen
Fought, fled, came back, I finger fucked my enemies again
Bitch niggaz get some nuts, bitch niggaz, say my name
We ain't got no time to be guessin' and playin' those pussy ass games
Pussy ass games, you pussy niggaz must be smokin' that krush
Take that monkey record off, you embarrassing us
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's goin' down in the South
Young Slim Thug and Young Pimp C, already
Puttin' it up in these bitch ass niggaz' faces
And we had the money down here, bitch ass nigga
U.G.K. Records and Boss Hogg Outlawz
[Too $hort:]
It's the life I live, I chose it
Macked a lot of bitches and hoes, I know you know it
Spit a lot of flows at shows and still rock it
If I put her money in my pocket don't knock it
Disrespect the game, you'll throw yourself off balance
What's the true nature of the player hater's challenge?
Nigga won't listen to me? I doubt it
But if I tell the crowd say it loud they gon' shout it
If I put my tape on the shelf you gon' buy it
And if I tell a bitch turn a trick she gon' try it
Too $hort baby, I drive a Mercedes Benz
Spittin' this game since 1980 beotch
(Beotch) Ask my nigga Pimp C
It's '99 but we ride to new century
Always gettin' money in this industry
Pull out my old Caddy, bitches in the seats
[Chorus: LeVitti]
I'm just a player, livin' the players life
And if you's a hater, you need to get some get-right
Cause in a players life I be
Posted like a boss, call me G
Put the mack down on a punk bitch
And she gon' meet me at the room with her two best friends
[Pimp C:]
Comin' down on 'em in a candy toy
Dip it like a baller like that nigga Lil Troy
Breakin' these bitches ain't shit to us
And bitch we make a lot of money but it's never enough
The motherfuckin' ghetto can't leave us alone
Sir Too $hort and that nigga Sweet Jones
Breakin' these bitches with the microphone
And always keep a chip in the cellular phone
Spend eighty-five thousand on a 2000 S'
And we got indo in Texas nigga, we smokin' the best
In a fat ass Sweet, fuck Optimos
Get twenty thousand dollars when we come for the shows
When we get to your city, we fuckin' your hoes
Bend over, let me see it bitch, touch your toes
I'm a tell ya like $hort, I'll fuck your wife
In the game makin' change livin' the players life
[Chorus: LeVitti]
I'm just a player, livin' the players life
And if you's a hater, you need to get some get-right
Cause in a players life I be
Posted like a boss, call me G
Put the mack down on a punk bitch
And she gon' meet me at the room with her two best friends...
[LeVitti:]
I'm just a player, livin' the players life
And if you's a hater, you need to get some get-right
In a players life I be
Posted like a boss, call me G
Put the mack down on a punk bitch
And she gon' meet me at the room with her two best friends
I come up on a rich bitch
And peel her for a little cash
I'll pimp her 'til she ain't shit
I'll pop my collar and the hoe know to get my cash
I like a little hunny
But I'd rather have the money
It's pimpin' in the Bay mayne
And the players out here ain't gon' never change
She gon' sell her pussy
And she gon' bring me back the cash
She gon' sell her pussy
[Hook: Pimp C]
Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel
While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills
Every...
[Pimp C: over Hook]
Check one two, one two, bitch!
I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!
Knalmtalkinbout!?
Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man
Uh!!!
[Pimp C:]
Everybody wanna be on some "Superfly" shit (shit!)
But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!
I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)
Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)
I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)
Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)
I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)
Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)
Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)
I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)
I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)
Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)
But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)
Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)
And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family
Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?
[Hook]
[Trae:]
Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch
Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz
83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house
And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth
You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off
When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off
And I walk with a attitude like, "Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me"
I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV
While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got
or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block
I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist
Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed
They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got
Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got
Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp
Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!!!
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire:]
I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!
Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)
Geyeah!!
You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny
Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!
Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny
Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money
My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with "it depends"
Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference
Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend
that ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz
You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang
Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs
Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game
Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring
Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact
And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track
So he grabbed the deck and then he added that
Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks
So my nigga told me that they had the Jag
I picked the phone up and I handled that
That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back
"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"You know what it is (whoa!), you know what it is" (whoa!) [x2]
[Jazze Pha:]
Ladies and Gentlemen!
You are now tuned into the best!
Uh! It's Jazze Fizzle! The return of Sweet Jones!
Hey! Pimp C! Yeah!
UGK baby.. Gipp & Ali.. Big Zak!
Fizzle, Fizzle! Sho' Nuff! Sing it Jagged!
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I know you gotta man at home (at home)
Don't go and do nothin crazy
You ain't gotta make a move
Baby, let me put this on your mind!
I know you gotta man at home (at home!)
But think about this here for later (later!)
You ain't gotta make a move
Baby, let me put this on your mind!
Let me put this, let me put this
Let me put this on your mind!
[Pimp C:]
Uh.. Sweet Jones.. Uh! Get down girl, just like Pharrell sizzaid
"Cheat on ya man ma, that's how you get ahizzhead"
I ain't tryna lock ya down and take ya time (take ya time)
I'm just tryna put this dick off in ya mind (mind)
Go hit ya spine like a Viking supposed to
Keep ya nigga in ya life or let a young nigga mold you
We stayin prayed of paper, the ammunition for the devil
Getting our blessings, goin to that other level (level)
Bet these niggaz can't get it, can't see
Can't touch it, can't read, 'cause them niggaz ain't me
And girl I don't dream, everythang come true
These hoes tryna choose me, but bitch I'm tryna fuck wit'chu
(I'm tryna fuck wit'chu!)
[Chorus]
[Big Zak:]
She gotta nigga at home? Of course you do
'Cause if ya didn't, I'd think somethin was wrong wit'chu
I can't see a nigga splitting up, divorcing you
You hot like cayenne, proportion you
Now image is everythang, time is money
Let me beat right quick and skeet on yo' tummy
Chill up a shot of Patron, roll a blunt of the kush
I'm kinda old school, still like hair on the puss
Now he's yo' provider, pays the bills
And me? I provide dick hard as steel
For my last birthday she arranged a ménage
And graduated from the drive-way to the garage
Hah!
[Chorus]
[Ali:]
Yeah, it's ya boy Ali Jones, rock on! Yeah...
Now you can catch me sippin somethin with a cork in a bottle
Smokin bad on that purp or the fourth with a model
I don't party much, when I do I blow through it
I confess, I talk about it more than I do it (ooohhhwwweee!)
I'm the vacation type, white ostrich Bugatti
On the beach with a young Chevy Belle Afonte
No P.O., no court, no glock
Bought these mainly, fresh purr, no socks
[Gipp:]
Gipp rollin in a candy Jeep G-50
On the weekend it's the LS 460
Overseas, steering wheel on the right side
and you wouldn't believe that that's a seven forty-five
Where you goin? What it is? What's ya name?
ESP jeans and hardly true religion on her man (hey!)
Tryna fill corners, make some more chips
Drive a few whips, old school chrome lips
Flown through the park, dippin downtown
Four-door Cruiser with the top break down (down!)
Floors and the walls all oak on the private coach
And we all gon' let it burn on the "Love Boat"
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[Jazze Pha:]
Pimp C, UGK for life man!
That's my nigga right there!
Fo' shizzle, dizzle! Back on the streets, Daddy!
The Pimpalation man! Right here, live in person man!
Fenzel Washington, it's Pimpin in Motion man!
P.I.M.... you undersmell that?
Yeah, we doin it real big man!
Jazze Pha, Pimp C, Jagged Edge, Big Zak, Gipp & Ali
Whoa boy! Masterly coordinated!
Ooowwwhhheee!!
I wanna dedicate this song to my momma
Know what I?m talkin? about?
Happy birthday momma, happy birthday
To all the bullshit niggaz tryin? to kill us, yup
Yeah, you know what I?m sayin? uh?
The false divorces, child support court, that's right, all that
Nigga droppin? out of school you stood by me
Know what I?m talkin? about?
Thank you, goin? to jail
So a lot of motherfuckers be sayin? stars up in the sky
But my star right here, that's my angel
Know what I?m talkin? about? Check this out
I been on top of the world and been on bottom of the grind
I came through in the fresh cars playin? surround
I been in the city sellin? crack at the dope fiends
Tryin? to come up, used to be strung out on promethazine
I used to smoke fry, wasn't scared to die
Every day when I wake up I want to get high
My momma came and got me from that devil dope
And keep me good even though I used to choose hoes
And sometimes with her older family members they lil' bit wrong
But that's how I came up, makin? rap songs
I been in this shit since 16, comin? up
And puttin? motherfuckers up on this thing up in this rap scene
Uh, and when they took my money
Momma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out
The manager I had wasn't shit
The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a bitch
My momma stepped into this shit and went to every town
That we came to, every city puttin? it down
And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said
?Fuck that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uh?
So when you see me in the city with my T lady
Best believe we comin? up and we ain't livin? shady
I'm her baby and that is my only momma
I'll kill you bitch ass niggaz if you brang the drama
I found my angel, angel
That angel is mine, angel
I found my angel, angel
That angel is mine, angel
I was young, I used to get sick a lot
Now I'm rich puttin? it down with Rap-A-Lot
I used to have the flu, colds and pneumonia
Niggaz always tried to come and try to move on ya
?Cause in my city you either got to be a hustler
Or you're out on the corner smokin? crack and a buster
So I had to come up fast
When niggaz come through I put that [Incomprehensible] on his ass
I found my angel, angel
That angel is mine, angel
I found my angel, angel
[Webbie:]
Like that, like that
Bounce ya ass like that, like that
Bounce that ass like that, like that
Bend over, let me see it from the back
[Hook: Webbie]
Like Beyoncé, like Trina (bounce that ass like that)
Like a big booty ass black diva (bounce that like ass that)
Like a stripper, up and down like Flipper (bounce that ass like that)
Bend over, let me see it from the back
[Webbie:]
Double shots of Hennessy, let it get you groovy
Gone work yo' ass, do ya thang, I'ma do me
I done switched to doja and the swisher, got a room key
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie
Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be
I'ma squeeze all on you booty, all nasty
Done made 18, girl I'm legal, you can harass me
Cash and a Beamer, I can't seem to find a bad beat
A big fat ass like Trina make me happy
Titties shake, thighs shake, vibrate while she dancing
Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy
Wonder can Ciara shake that ass on this nine piece
Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy
Ain't ready for the real, betcha she be lettin Will have it
You see me I'm picky, I rate that ass
I gotta ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass
[Hook x2]
[Pimp C:]
I sent my bitch to Las Vegas, go and hit that lick (hit that lick)
I'm still tryna put some dick up in Vanity 6
Apollonia too (too), you know I'll bust you up (bust you up)
I want some three-way love, head, pussy, and butt
Ain't no shame in my game, I need a porno star
Lemme hit ya in ya ass and play it back in my car (back in my car)
I'm talkin Gin and Pepper, I know that she feelin me
Take dick like a champ like a bitch named Kennedy
All it takes for me, bone, neck, and lay in they house
I know you real pimp niggaz, they know what I'm talkin about
Tell that girl Keyshia Cole she need to give me some pussy
She "shoulda cheated" with Sweet Jones 'cause that nigga's a rookie
'Fore I sweep through ya pussy like ya need a ?
Bitch thought Sweet Jones just might hit her
I told her like this, she can swallow this skeeter
Now hoe move around 'cause I really didn't need her
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Boosie:]
I want a face like Beyoncé, a smile like Ashanti
Boosie and Paris Hilton, a caramel sundae
Bust it back, wide open, lemme see yo' inside
And lick yo' tongue at me (ooohhh!), that make my temperature rise
Lookin for Teairra Mari, I can "make you feel good"
Ciara can get it too, Olivia I'm feelin you
I need lips like Fantasia, put me to sleep
Talk nasty like Trina (ooohhh!), I need me a freek
I like to lay back, fuck bitches with two or three Georgia Peaches
They argue before they eat it, like Puffy they need Jesus
Like to smoke a purple blunt while you play with that cock
And while I knock off yo' top, I want Lil' Webbie to watch
Yo gon' let Webbie see my candy, yeah? Girl that's how we play that there
Eve? I better not see yo' tail nowhere
'Cause I'ma talk that koochie out the drawers (say what!?)
You want me to be Santa Clause, you gon' have to break it off like...
[T-Pain]
Let me- Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I- I- I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me- Let me talk-
[Pimp C]
Uhhhhhhh!
Money by the ton,
Bricks from crumbs,
Billionaire from nothin,
Mind on hustlin,
Pussy's a commodity,
But dicks sell better,
Went from Dickies and house shoes to a cashmere sweater,
Paint that got wetter than it was in nine four,
The drank that got thicker and the dirt weed dro,
Nine six Impala with the stick on the floor,
Nice Bentley, four doors, with madrona on the door,
Light wood nigga, polo fuck ? ? ? ? ?,
? ? ? ? ? Slim Thug,
? ? ? ? ? full of drugs,
Young hog, nigga,
Underdog, nigga,
? ? ? ? ?, pussy nigga,
Yellow diamonds on my finger,
Playin in the ?cock?,
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop,
Not cuz they empty I'm just greedy for some more,
I need some more dough I'ma P-I-M-P fo sho.
[T-Pain]
Let me- Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I- I- I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me- Let me talk-
[Lil Wayne]
Ok- Let's talk money,
That's my lingo,
You gon always see me with cash like Tango,
That nigga Pimp called me 'fore he left this bitch,
Told me keep doin ya thing and don't tell 50 shit,
South in ya mouth,
New Orleans hog,
Got a New Orleans gun and I shoot like Chris Paul,
I am Mr. Go Hard,
You boys just soft,
And everybody know what I drink so a nigga never cough,
And a nigga never snitch like a nigga never golf,
And a nigga forever rich,
But pussy will never cost,
Because a nigga forever pimp,
Cuz we were rather taught,
By a nigga named Pimp and Bun B from Port Art,
So, this is simply game, man, this is no art,
And, Stunna is my Pa and ain't shit that he ain't bought,
And, I'ma do the same so everything on Wayne and,
If we talkin money you should let me explain it.
Haha- Young Moula, baby.
[T-Pain]
Let me- Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I- I- I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me talk to ya,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
Let's talk money,
Let's- Let's talk money,
I talk that,
I- I- I talk that,
Let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Let me- Let me- Let me talk-
[Pimp C:]
Hold up
Comin' down
Hold up
Smoke somethin'
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind
Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
His thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacremento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a bitch
Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryina dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some dick if ya good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Go pussy thug, like a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple
My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickle
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time
Time
[Hook: girl singing]
It's, liike
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
Something's goin' wrong
Guess, we've
Been apart, too long
Beeeen, aaa-paart
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well naturally, I have to be, dead serious, maybe not
Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress her, bless her heart
She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on
Well bitch, you should have stayed home
She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the bitch was wrong, and you
You gon' let these messy ho's fuck yo' world off
I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha
Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs
I should've passed, but I was gassed, super-unleaded
And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it
Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind
Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time
My time
[Hook:]
It's, liike
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
Something's goooooin' wrong
Guess, we've
Been apart, too long
Beeeen, aaa-paart
[Verse 3: Twista]
Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a nigga's sane flows, you know everythang goes
Fuckin' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows
Sportin' furry Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows
Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit
If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I done holla'd at yo bitch
Why she so thick? Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em
But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh"
But when I scoup her up, she know that I'm the one to make a slut-cum
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-fuck that stuff
Mad cause I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug
So go on head roll up that bud, so we can fuck
So wassup? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie
Or bumpin' U-G, K shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty
How the man, yea I knew g, but she don't usually, say shit
Cause the pussy make a motherfucka wanna ball up and cry
Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside
I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high
Take away more than two hits, two blows
She heard my new shit, it was new clothes
New golds, carefully Herringbones, and cell-phones
But her friend home, now I'm freakin' two ho's
If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me
I'm the Twista, I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
[Hook: to fade]
It's, liike
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong
Something's goooooin' wrong
Guess, we've
[Intro: sung in Mayfield falsetto]
I stay paid and, I like blades
Old shcool cars and, lovin Maze
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) I can show
Gettin money a-, ridin Rolls (ridin Rolls)
Keep my grind I don't, waste my time
Comin up, gettin down for mines
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
[Pimp C]
Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin
I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson
Pimpin them hoes and put the bitch on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
I got a yellow-ass ho that'll suck you up
That'll blow in yo' butt ain't scared to fuck
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C
I switched my name, to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin to pull down my fuckin zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin life in the fed
[Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)]
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
[Pimp C]
When I was young, alls I wanted was a 'llac
I used to think them niggaz fiends that was blowin on the weed sack
Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease
I used to have, a .25 pistol
But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too bitch
I eat you up I ain't goin for that ho shit
Them other niggaz playin games in the streets
You think it's 'bout bein lame and makin lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them bitch niggaz
Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich? But you a bitch
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince bitch, and you know that
When we come through splittin big niggaz hats
[Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)]
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
[Pimp C]
Twenty-fo' I'm a country star, in a country car
Got a country-ass bitch, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain
Sweet Jones bitch, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that shit
I'm talkin 'bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo' bitch ass
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me choppin on blades, {?} bitch
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em
Representin that side, P.A. to B-zay
And ain't no thang to beat a bitch-ass nigga
Ain't no Blood and no Crip, fuck-ass nigga I'm [?]
I told ya, bitch
[Pimp C (Tanya Herron):]
Huh!! (I miss yooouuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy)
Dedicated to everybody that lost somebody knalmtalkinbout? (I miss yoouuu)
Knalmsayin… (I miss yooouuuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy, I miss yooouuu)
Gotta give 'em they flowers while they living knalmsayin
'Cause ain't nothin promised, one day you here, the next day you gone
For real....
[Pimp C:]
Uhh! A lotta shit done changed, dope man since you been gone
I did a whole lotta good, I did a lotta wrong
I made a whole lotta change, I wrote a lotta songs
Sometimes I felt weak, most times I stood up strong
Yeah I got three kids now, Natasha had a son
We ain't together no more, I guess we was just too young
to even try to start a family in the first place
But I get happy every time I look into his face
Ever since you went away, man it's been hard for me
Didn't know 'til you died, how much you meant to me
All the time and the patience you put into me
You showed me how to be the man that I was meant to be
Taught me how to play music and 'bout the melody
And to this day, I remember what you was tellin me
You told me, "Son, most of this rap shit is just noise"
"But if you put some music in it, you'll get rich boy"
That's why I stay up in the studio, up all night
I fuck with live musicians to get the groove right
Yeah I'ma rap star now, yeah you could say that
'Cause now my walls is filled with gold and grey plaques
Doin shows and videos and makin big stacks
But if it would bring you back.. I would trade all that
I wanna thank ya for everything that you did for me
I'm on my knees praying to God that you hearing me
[Chorus: Tanya Herron]
(Oooohhh yeeaahhh) I miss yooouuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy
I miss yooouuu (you know that I miss, I'm missing you)
I miss yooouuu (ooohhhh), I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy
I miss yooouuu {*harmonizing*}
[Pimp C:]
I know you watch me up there and it's gettin hard for me
When you get a chance, put a good word into the Lord for me
I been got caught up, got sent to the pen
I let ya down, I'm in a place I know you never thought you see me in
But all these things is happening for a reason
I guess God saved my life and put me up to see another season
And all my so-called friends don't even write to me
They don't go check on my momma, don't send no price to me
I'm tryna raise my kids from a penitentiary
Stayin on my knees, praying they don't grow up to be like me
Do you remember when my parents thing ain't worked out?
You let me and my momma come live in yo' house
Knowin already you had too many people livin wit'cha
You always treated me special, I never could forget cha
Cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner everyday
You wiped my tears away, tried to explain why my life had to be this way
Always gave me the real, you never bullshit me
I wish I woulda said thank you when you was here with me
My uncle miss ya and I know you know his heart is blue
But he ain't the only one 'cause Annie I miss you too
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro:]
A house is not a house if ain't nobody livin in it
Tell me why black life isn't life unless there's prison in it
General population of super cell, or Johnny or some Jack Man
Powdered coffee, peppermint, peach cool offs, but a paint I wish I had that
And even more than my freedom, I wish I had somethin else
I would give back everything I've accomplished 'fore this one thang and nothin else
I ain't talkin about a relationship 'cause broads bring too much drama (drama)
I'd even pass the chance to be a millionaire if I could hug and kiss my momma (momma)
I remember like it was yesterday, although I was six years old
"Momma what's wrong, wake up, wake up! Why yo' forehead hot and yo' hands so cold?"
"Who all these people up in our room? Auntie tell 'em put my momma down!"
I didn't understand what was goin on, but it felt wrong 'cause so many people came around
I didn't have to go to school that day (that day), and everybody was buyin me shit (buyin me shit)
Tellin me everythang was alright but they was sad and cryin and shit
Ain't that a bitch? My momma ain't never came back, I wish I could hug and kiss her
Even though Auntie and Grandma Dorothy raised me right, I still miss her
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga
And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
And I ain't laugh, bitch niggaz don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, bitch the first day that you met me
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no paid route
When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But bitch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe
Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some niggaz drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
And showin' nothing but that bitch that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said fuck him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
But if that bitch gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like bitch
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this bitch
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
You niggaz week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta niggaz all over this bitch
So now you bitches gotta deal with the King hoe
Cause you done call it three times, we just can't let that go
And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma
??? its bitches for life you feel the drama
They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama
You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala
I know ya strapped [screwed & chopped]
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
You ain't no gangsta nigga
Fucker ass nigga
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get your mind right bitch
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass niggaz
When you… shoulda known not to fuck with me bitch [screwed & chopped]
I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother fucker
All you Tupac-ass wanna-be niggaz
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
[Pimp C:]
Yeah, E. Vicious y'knalmtalkinbout?
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow
All you ole bitch ass niggaz on that ole goofy section of the newspaper
Knalmtalkinbout? (Mr. Magoo ass niggaz)
All that ole comedy shit, that ole fantasy island shit, knalmtalkinbout?
(Bugs Bunny ass niggaz) Say man, missed me with that bullshit
knalmtalkinbout?
Hold up...
[Hook (Pimp C):]
Round here runnin ya mouth (runnin ya mouth)
Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH)
Ya dead... and can't believe how you lied on me (uh)
But you'se a simp so I'ma let it slide homey (uh)
It's outta control, the game is cold
Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a hoe, a hoe (nigga's a hoe)
Just ain't keepin it true, wonderin why I don't fuck wit'chu
[Pimp C:]
Uh, talkin that big dick shit
You a hoe, I said it (I said it), what chu gon' do about it bitch? (bitch!)
Uh, talkin to the laws (laws)
No balls just sugar in ya drawers (drawers)
If you don't like me, kill me (uh)
I'm only dyin one time, nigga feel me (uh)
Cowards die a thousand deaths
Born to die but you can't take away my rep (my rep, my rep)
And I ain't goin no time soon
Gotta broad on the plane, pussy full of balloons
Ain't nothin happenin on some bamboo monkey shit (uh)
Keep my name outcha mouth, nigga you counterfeit (uh)
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I walk around this motherfucker, trippin on these weak niggaz
Pullin all this hoe shit, callin themselves street niggaz
Talkin down, wishing the worse and straight hating on me
Praying that I fall off, bitches keep waitin on it
I ain't got no friends, niggaz take it how ya hear it
Where was y'all for the bid? I did five fuckin years!
While the chill turned to lab dap, after all that I took back
Never go broke again, bitch I know how to cook crack
Learned to stack a dollar, hold the power in a black Impala
Try to swerve and hit the curb and watch the crackers follow
Bitch nigga got my name in his mouth
We go pistols when we pissed, that's how we play in the South (play in the South)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Bitch I'ma triple O.G., superhood grown, heavyweight (heavyweight)
I'm no magician but my magic tricks will make you levitate
Round of applause for the plastic pieces
Right now the clip up in nickels in solemn night releases
Aye, aye.. no joking or playin, I'm sayin we sprayin for real
Straight out the gate, no hesitation bitch I'm bustin my steel
The shit is helter-skelter
And you gon' need Jesus Christ, a gimmick, plus a fall-out shelter
We cast wet toiletries upon bitch ass snakes
For cheesecakes, the dirty rats gon' put ya tongue on a plate
Diarrhea mouth niggaz, 1-800-IMA-TELL
Fuck around wit'em, you gon' be dead or in jail (jail)
[Hook]
[Pimp C:]
Say this Young Pimp y'knalmtalkinbout?
Say Mike Dean, go and draft some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout?
Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggaz!
Hold up... [echoes]
[Slim Thug:]
[Intro]
Hold up (hold up bitch)
Sweet Jones in this bitch
P-I-M-P, representin the trill-ass niggaz
Sweet Jones, cuttin you fucker
[Chorus]
I'm a hog in the game [x3]
I got some wet and some round
I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some round
I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin to sew up my town
I'm a..
[Pimp C]
I'm a pig on the streets, I'm a slug in the game
Puttin D on the corner heavies fuck with my name
They call me Sweet James, keep cocaine
Doin 90 in the Benz switchin lane to lane
I'm a candy-mayne, hot like a flame
Your jewelry look funny, that ain't no byzantine chain
Take that monkey watch off, you a bitch to me
You can use my style but you gon' pay me a fee
Cause ain't shit for free, I'm on a poppin spree
Rap-A-Lot mafia life, ain't no stoppin me
They call me Tony Montana because I'm lettin 'em hang
When you see me recognize I'm a hog in the game
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
Young hog, vicious dog, keep a bad-ass yellow broad
On the slab, in the nab, Chef Boyardee in the lab
Cook it fat, cut it small, fifteen thousand at the mall
Gucci shop, Bally shop, scratch it off, in the drop
2000 C-5, got 3 million from the Jive
You was trickin with my hoes, I was playin with my nose
Comin down, candy gold, nigga y'all was playin the role
Tellin bitches 'bout my past, you can get hit in yo' hat
[x2]
I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some round
I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin to sew up my town
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
Maybe you was in yo' drop, that's when my boys love to pop
Make his fuckin jelly jump, stepdaddy got hit with a pump
Hit with a pump, it's in my lap at all times nigga
And ain't nuttin for that fuck boy to get hit nigga
Cause y'all niggaz is some motherfuckin hoes
When y'all want your rep I saw your motherfuckin clothes
Your shoes ain't tight and you're phony at your shows
So bend your ass over like a bitch is supposed
I make my fuckin music for the boys with the O's
The old school pros and the strip club hoes
The boys with the hard in the motherfuckin South
Bitch you ain't had a hit since I saw you break 'em out
[x2]
I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some round
I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin to sew up my town
[Intro: Pimp C]
Huh... had to bring it back for the muthafuckin 2006
It's goin down bitch! (fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs)
Y'all remember that shit? (remember that shit?) Talkin 'bout?
(Just another young playa havin thangs man...)
Check this shit out... uh!
[Pimp C:]
It's really goin down in the God damn South
Young girls poppin pussy with them golds in their mouth
Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut
Never fallin in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (strut!)
Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (horns!)
Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn (corn!)
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end my nigga
The underdog, young hog, fuck the pen my nigga!
But this a waste of bodies (bodies!), a waste of time (time!)
A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind (mind!)
You ain't really tough 'cause you been dying little fool
Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool
I rather grip off grain (grain!), get head in the lane (lane!)
You can have them hoes' bodies, I'm possessing they brains (possessing they
brains!)
Comin up on 'em in a wide body frame
Hoe can't even pronounce the name, I'm out here havin thangs!
[Chorus x2]
Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs (swangin thangs)
Just another young playa having thangs man... (out here havin thangs)
[Big Mike:]
(Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!)
From CD sales to jail cells
From diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line
From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine
From bein free, to bein confined
From bein loved, to bein despised, many times I cried
For not allowin that bullshit to slide
It was a pill that I couldn't swallow – loaded the strap with the hollows
After takin to the head a whole bottle
I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences
'Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences
All my folk were like, "Big Mike, you trippin"
"Get it together," if I could I woulda done somethin different
Uh! From G-walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers
Day after day, sweatin 'em out in them cages
Patiently waiting on the day when I can.. get back at it
Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gotsta have it
[verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.]
i'm on some superfreak shit like
rick james, i could get it
when i'm moving lane-to-lane
bentley car, superstar, candy sweet
gripping that stick like an icicle
sweet like a candy cane
get down on it at the drop of a dime
i'mma candy nigga, keep it coming all the time
pimp c, sweet jones, jr, ?
do you like it from the front or
do you like it from the back?
i'mma do some pop rocks, good and some ice packs
i'm the real, so trill, keep you cumming
on my mat, i'm on like boosie
drop it down like a pro, give it to me like
when we make em get down on the floor
[hook]
pimping on the good
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
man, i'm sitting tall, ballin
24s i skate around
see me up in these streets, dripping paint
my plate is scraping now
we picking paper up and i'm shutting haters down
tell em "what's the skinny?"
but i'm still throwing my weight around
trill: i don't play around
leave that to the children
i'm about to be ? leave em red like Helen mirren
wood wheel steering, and vogue tire turning
big money earning like i came from mount vernon
got the swisher sweet burning
got my money on my mind and i'm about to make a killing
when them vogue tires peeling and the 5th wheel drop
and the trunk door's raising, i recline the ragtop
everybody just stop like their time's been frozen
but to damn near go blind from the shine of the chosen
it ain't no more supposing
already understood, i'm repping pat, my hood
when i'm gripping on the wood, baby
[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
[Verse 3 - Pimp C]
bitch, i don't know you
never seen a pimp? ho let me show you
wood grain when i roll through
candy painted my slab
put some screens in the front, ike turner
in my trunk, and a diamond tip on the back
it's a fuckmobile, cause i fuck them freaks
you lame as fuck, so she fuck with me
don't be surprised when she leaves your side
i'm everything that you call defeat
y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas floss
Mr pimp c, i'mma break em off
super-tight since '86
? could've been my pa
but, forever all day nigga
this new ugk nigga
you don't know what i'm bout then step aside
fuck up out my face, nigga
gotta hold my nuts, keep it oh-so trill
pop my trunk while i work my bills
drop my top and crack my ?
cause your bitch be on my d, ho
got a song with bun, i got the ?
country rap tunes til the day i die
out for the shrimp, blowing up like a blimp
rotating the tires
[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
(Tony Snow, know what I?m talkin? about? Tony Snow, bitch)
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
(Young Pimp, Young Pimp, Sweet Jones, yes, it is, it's goin? down
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
(Dedicated to Fat Pat, Lil' Daddy, know what I?m talkin? about?)
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
(Big Dog and Biz, Baby Looney)
I'm so throwed in the game
Gettin? my paper, takin? over they brains
The drank over the ice is so cold
Pulled up to the light and light my diner, strike the pose
These niggaz in this game they wanna stop the Pimp
Don't wanna see me comin? up and flyin? like a blimp
I think they feel like I'ma threat
But I'ma old school motherfuckin? vet
So getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Uh, Pimp C, Sir James
Y'all can't fade this country thang
Nigga in ?The Source? tried to hate on me
But bitch, I got the whole South ridin? wit' me
Ask this nigga Jeezy, bitch, I'm the truth
Me and Short Dog go and smoke in the coupe
I'm talkin? 'bout Too $hort not that fake nigga
The rap game, full of all you fake niggaz
Nigga in ya booty gettin? raped nigga
If you ever take a trip upstate nigga
I don't wanna see them niggaz in the city
His gal head was good but her pussy was shitty
That's right nigga, I flipped ya bitch
She a three-way freak, every hoe take a dick
Sent her on a mission, go hit that lick
Ya dick is so weak and my game is so slick
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Yeah, uh, getcha mind right nigga, act like y'know
Cory Mo pimpin? that pen with Tony Snow
Once again in the lab with a pen and a pad
I'm been payin? my dues since early '94
Me and Mike Moe both got a wall full of plaques
Ten car garage and it's all full of 'Llacs
Front to the back, Seville to the fleet
Can't miss me bitch, keep a ear to the street
Gotta trunk full of beef for you, hoe ass niggaz
I'm eleven steps ahead of you, slow ass niggaz
Gotcha gal on my team and she kiss my pinky ring
Every time I tell her to, "Nigga, who the hell is you?"
I'ma underground king with a hell of a slang
Pimpin? and pampering women with a hell of a game
I'm tellin? ya man, I'm making some incredible change
So getcha mind right hoe, stay the hell outta my lane hoe
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover pimp
[Intro]
(Piiimp!)
Yeah I'ma step up to this mic like Marvin Gaye, y'knahmsayin?
Back up off me like them O'Jays, y'knahmsayin?
Spin on it like the Bar Kays, y'knahmsayin?
Bitch ain't nuttin funny, bitch I ain't Bugs Bunny
Get my money bitch, I mean ho yeah you up under pimp arrest bitch
Y'knahmean? Yeah ho you upstate, you out of pocket bitch
But y'knahmean? Bitch you gotta get my money bitch
You understand it's Pimpin' Ken for the money bitch
We can put it on the dotted line, Houstin time bitch y'knahmean?
Yeah bitch you understand
Let it be Pimpin' Ken for the record and the money y'knahmean?
Yeah bitch I'm out here with Pimp C bitch
Get this motherfuckin money ho
Makin hoes plant their feet on the conrete, ya dig what I'm sayin?
Yeah red hoes who sold out on ho strolls
Doin it every day the American way y'knahmean?
Real motherfuckin pimpin y'knahmean?
Smoked out with this shit y'knahmean?
Yeah bitch it ain't gon' never quit ho
(Piiimp!) Yeah bitch throw it up in the air ho!
[Pimp C]
Sweet Jones, what'chu know about it bitch
Get out there and go get my shit
I ain't got time to save you ho
I ain't got time to play with you ho
You talkin 'bout you wanna be down with me
You need to get some money wanna be with Pimp C
Uhh, cause I'm real to the core
And give a damn 'bout a bitch and I pimp on a whore
You can tell yo' momma, about the drama
You was fuckin for free, befo' you met me
Get your mind on your money, get some big faces
Before you come around here catchin cases
Pimpin, panderin, bitch I'm handlin
paper and cheese, comin down with ease
In a 2001 Benz with the screens
Sippin a big cup of lean, uhh
You gotta get my money bitch
Uhh - get it! Uhh
Bitch get it now!
Make the trick say it feels good, uhh!
You gotta get my money bitch
Uhh - gotta get it, get it, bitch!
Bitch get it now!
Make the trick say it feels good, uhh!
Get my money ho, I ain't playin
Bitch you heard what the fuck I'm sayin
I'll bust you in your eye ho
If you don't get out for the dough
You talkin that shit, you a lazy punk
You need to get out there and pop the trunk
And make the motherfucker see all the cock
And get that money, shake what you got
Sell that pussy ho, suck that dick
Break that trick ho, hit that lick
Get yo' mind up on my grill
Punk-ass bitches, always trill
You a yellow ho, and you a dyke
The type of bitch, that I don't like
You think you come and gon' wreck my stable
I keep a fuckin bitch on a line or cable
You better get my money bitch
Make the trick say it feels good bitch!
Bitch get it now!
Make the trick say it feels good, uhh!
You gotta get my money bitch
Get it, get it, uhh
Bitch get it now!
Huh, it's goin? down, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Hold up, yeah, dedicated to everybody
That's been a part of the struggle
Know what I?m sayin??
Hold up, everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man, if ya people locked up you need to stay down wit'cha folks
This commentary is very necessary, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Young Pimp out here representing for y'all, hold up
I'm back on the slab, back on the block
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I stepped out the door
I thought I had enough but James Toney gimme some more
And the same damn day I went to the Bentley lot
Off the show room floor, I copped and splurged, that thang was hot
But I bet all you busters already knew that
'Cause I was all on the internet, gettin? my shine back
Making rhymes stack, pimpin? with my mic
Everybody want a piece just 'cause Sweet Jones is what they like
They like the pimp shit, take a trip, if I like it a pimp get
Back floor, laid flow, UGK is back, oh, oh
Free, I'm free
Now, I got the whole world screaming, "Free Pimp C"
I'm free, I'm free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me
It was Free Pimp C, but now see, the pimp free
Old school gave me that before I left that CT
Terrell check my bezzle on this platinum Jacob watch
They locked up my body but my mind never stopped
'Cause I was plottin? and plannin? and schemin? everyday
Gettin? ready for my release so I can steal the game away
From all these clone type niggaz, tryna sound like Pimp C
He's okay but he's not me
By a long shot ?cause 'bout tryna instill to me
Them boys might run BET but trick, we run the streets
It's me and Bun B, that's for life, we the trill
When ya see a pimp shinin?, trick, tell me, how ya feel?
Free, I'm free
Then they got the word that they freed Pimp C
I'm free, free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me
I did 4 years tops, never hit PC
Did my time in Population with the real ol'e G's
I seen a whole lot of pain, men doin? they bids
Most of them just prayin? and who tryna get home to they kids
Wasn't nothin? like Oz, a bunch of iron and bars
Bunch of player hatin? snitches, talkin? to the guards
And a whole penitentiary bein? ran by broads
Some of 'em kept it one hundred, most of them was frauds
Seen a whole lotta chumps, hard men and hustlers
Some big time dealers, kidnappers and busters
Pimps and playas, I seen some kill with they hands
But I still don't believe the pen is no place for no man
Free
But I still don't believe the pen is no place for no man
Free
Know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Then they got the word that they freed Pimp C
I'm free
Modern day slaves is down here
Know what I?m sayin??
I'm free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me
Yeah, dedicated to everybody ain't gon' never make it up out there
Know what I?m sayin??
To everybody doin' life, keep y'all head up
Don't get fed up, uh
Do yo' time, don't let yo' time do you, Young Pimp
Picture me rollin?, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Like 'Pac told 'em when he came home
Jumped in the five hundred
[Pimp C]
Aye what you doing?
You was sleep?
Shit I'll be over there in a minute... Yeah Aight
[Pimp C]
You know you like the way that country nigga steady fuckin
I'm getting rich you put yo legs up hit you in the buttin
You know you like the way I hit you off and break you off
I do it good my dick is hard my shit ain't neva soft
And I'm hard as nigga from the streets I get out with the grindin
I'm comin through do shit and rap in double timin
And get my money in the city with them vicious killas
And comin through sippin bar and good old miller
I got them skills
Work the wheel
And I'm staying trill
I got some partnas thatll kill ya in that Nashville
You like they way that dick head feel
When its going in
I even got to flip you with some of my best friends
Its all good cus we family and we love that pussy
We hittin hard and you know we do it like a cookie
A soft batch and bitch you know I make you cum
I'm getting time and everytime you give me some
[Hook:Devin The Dude]
Everytime that I want some of that pussy you come through fa ya boy
Everytime that I want some of that cock
Youll let me stop through and see what it doooo
You know that pussy feels goooood (ha ha ha ha)
You know that pussy feels goooood
[Pimp C]
Do you remember when we was young you use to suck me
Back then you let me finger fuck but ain't really want to fuck me
You was scared of that dick head but now you love to ride it
And love when I hit ya hard the hole open inside it
You already know the game and you know my name
I'm in the club with them thugs and we slang them thangs
We got that caine heroin and that syrup too
And we do all the thangs our mamas told us not to do
You love me anyway I fly out to Las Vegas
You know I'm puttin it down with Jay Chris cus that boys a playa
I'm down with big chicks too
So what them big chicks wan do
When I come through to you
You know its comin screwed
Yo lips the best
I like to bite up on yo breasts
You suck my dick
You do it betta than that bitch
Ever did thats why we might just have some kids
But hats the biz thats how I fucking live
[Hook:Devin The Dude]
Everytime that I want some of that pussy you come through fa ya boy
Everytime that I want some of that cock
Youll let me stop through and see what it doooo
You know that pussy feels goooood (ha ha ha ha)
You know that pussy feels goooood
[Pimp C]
You could get married and maybe have five kids
You could go all over the world and never do what I did
I go from state to state
And I have date to date
I hit them hoes and they never holla they rape
Cus they love to break me off
And they love to blow me off
They love to do me up cus hoes know I ain't soft
They see me at the show you know
You wanna fuck me hoe
You wanna take me to the room and give me some blow
You want that snake with the cobra head fuck the feds
I do it good when I hit ya fuck up the bed
Fuck up yo head give ya fourty dollas get it done
I'm breakin bitches like DMC and Reverend Run
Back in 84 I'm slamming doors And puttin up these hoes
And comin through doin it real cus I'm an Old School Pro
I keep them strap rubbers in a platinum pack
I'm comin thru whippin in the chrome 'Lac
[Hook: Devin The Dude]
Everytime that I want some of that pussy you come through fa ya boy
Everytime that I want some of that cock
Youll let me stop through and see what it doooo
You know that pussy feels goooood (ha ha ha ha)
Hold up, we jammin?
I can't let nobody hold me down
These hoe's could never hold me
?Cause I'm comin? down, playa surroundin?
Livin? these hoe's fantasy
?Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin? maze
And these bitches, they can't stand it
Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
(On them dubs)
Choppin? on dubs and showin? 'em love
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough
Young bitch, hold up, hold up, young bitch
Bitch, I just don't wanna stop comin' up
Uh, it's never too much, the paper I make
These other pussy niggaz ain't real, them hoe's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto, had nothin'
Sold a lot of records and grabbed somethin?
Now, I go and do movies in L.A
Playin? the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my grip and make three songs
I'm tryna get my mothafuckin? paper on
I want the new [Incomprehensible] and the new cell phone
I want the new two way pager and the new mansion home
In Houston ?cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggaz they records sound shitty
When I see you in the town, I'ma hit you up
You never could take my dream ?cause you niggaz fucked up
I can't let nobody hold me down
These hoe's could never hold me
?Cause I'm comin? down, playa surroundin?
Livin? these hoe's fantasy
?Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin? maze
And these bitches, they can't stand it
Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
(Comin' up)
I remember when I had to come up just to come down
That?s the reason for my uncontrollable ballin? right now
Use to be scared to walk in the store, I paid the price now
My life is too valuable for me to play with life now
Of course there?s gon' be some niggaz who gon? think I done changed
They find me guilty simply ?cause, now, I got diamonds on every thing
My mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business, so, give me my cash or give me my check
See I can vividly remember me and Trae on the block
Even more then hustlin', sometimes we had to lay on the block
Eat, sleep, shit, piss, pray on the block
To make it through the night, to see another day on the block
Movin? rocks got us full pockets plus knots in our socks
But now, money be comin? in wad?s like blocks
Let?s go half on a Yacht, I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters, you've been muted by my paper chase
I can't let nobody hold me down
These hoe's could never hold me
?Cause I'm comin? down, playa surroundin?
Livin? these hoe's fantasy
?Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin? maze
And these bitches, they can't stand it
Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
(Comin' up)
Who would've known that this rap shit would take me far?
At 18, I had a fifty-thousand dollar car
I went from Jag to Benz but not the regular kind
Now, I'm smokin? hydro not the regular pine
I spit one freestyle, now, I'm rockin? clubs
After 'Diamonds N Yo Face', I was coppin? dubs
I had to make the transition from a boy to a man
So, if you wanna 16 that's forty-grand
Rappers talk a lot of shit but you ain't stoppin? us
Look, you don't wanna bump heads with a mafia, huh
Look, you don't know shit about UGK
Or Mr. Fat Pat and Grey Screw tapes
I rep the Screwed Up Click, peep the watch I'm wearin?
I'm the first cat in Houston with a black Leclarion
Lil' Flipper, tote pistols, for them non-believers
?Cause down here we poppin? trunks on Cadillac?s and Regal?s, oh boy
I can't let nobody hold me down
These hoe's could never hold me
?Cause I'm comin? down, playa surroundin?
Livin? these hoe's fantasy
?Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin? maze
And these bitches, they can't stand it
Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
(On them dubs)
What?s up? Let?s go, choppin? on dubs and showin? 'em love
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough
Young bitch, hold up, hold up, young bitch
Bitch, I just don't wanna stop comin' up
Young bitch
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
If You Wanna Get Ahead Baby,
Stick To The Plan, If You Wanna Get Ahead Baby, Cheat On Yo Man,
If You Wanna Get Ahead Baby,
Stick To The Plan, If You Wanna Get Ahead, Hey, I'll Show You
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I Aint Really Tryin To Break You And Yo Nigga Up, I'm Just Tryin To Get Paid And Put Some Dick Up In Yo Butt, Im Glad You Got A Man You Can Givin Me Drama, You Could Be His Maid And Yet Pimp His Momma, Ive Seen Ya On Fandrin, Grippin In A Honda, I Was In A Big Toy Goin To A Conference, I Still Put It On The Edge Like John Vito, Choppin Blaze On Da Edge Lik Dat Boy C-Note, You Can Choose Or Get Down With Some True Shit, Or Snooze And Loose Instead Of Out There Payin' Due's, Bitch, And Nigga Need To Take You To Exotic, Gold Hollow In It Cuz Girl Your Wrist Lookin' Solid, Cluster-Rings Aint What Its About, But He Got Twenty-Thousand Dollors Worth Of Diamonds In His Mouth, His Truck On 24's, In Yo Car Ridin Daddy, If You're Breakin' Fo His Safe Then Bring Dat Shit Over To Jazze,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Suga]
Now I Dont Really Care What You Talkin About, Unless You're Talkin Bout Me, Put A Cat In Your Mouth, Im Sick Of You Niggas Thinkin Yo Ass Is Hot, When You Livin Off Ya Broad Thinkin Is All Ya Got, So Bitch Get A Trick Wit A Wedding Rang, Keep It 100, His Ass Will Get Ya Everythang, But Dont Change At The Crib, Stay The Same Way, Gave It To Him Like Yo Ass Bey'once, Stacked In Snacks, Until Ya Next Nigga Upgrade, Stay Paid, And Keep Away From The Bitch Maid, Make Sure You Never Let A Good Man Down, Keep Him Up, Keep It Up And He'll Stay Around, So When Ya Out Wit Ya Man And And He Roll Up, Turn To Him, Twink Dat Eye And Twick Dat Ass Up, So When Ya Out Wit Ya Man And And He Roll Up, Turn To Him, Wink Dat Eye And Twick Dat Ass Up,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
Love Ain't Nothin But A Four Letter Word, Got Your Girl Doin Tricks And A Thunder Bird, Cart-Wheel, How The Deal, Lyin Dead On The Thang, And She So Turned On By This Big-Ass Rang, Still Make Alotta Money With The Medeocher Skillz, Push A Old School Chevy With Some Big-Ass Wheels, If You Know Better, Show Better, Give Her The Winner, Your Man Aint Nothin But A Luxury Dinner, Ya Be Fucked Up, And Ya Rent Ain't Paid, All Ya Bills Behind, And Ya Sex Life Dead, Ya Dude So Straight, You A Big-Ass Dream, Pack Ya Shit Young Lady And Be A Part Of My Team, What You Know About Slidin On Barre With Flows, I Can Fix From The Hair, To The Nails, To The Toes, We Can Get Together, Sit Together, Kick It And Shit, Thats Alll You Gotta Do Is Let A Real Nigga Hit,
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin' for the Georgia, bitch
It wasn't nuttin' when I saw ya bitch
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit
Everythang I say is the truth
I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just 'cause you sell pussy don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it, I can see it in yo' eyes
Www dot, wonder why I'm quickly gettin' exposed
Breakin' tricks for they money like a female is supposed
I'm not in Neptune on some space age shit
All my diamonds got paper, Emmitt keeping me legit
When the welfare was over, I be sellin' cocaine
I'm out in Las Vegas, takin' over bitches' brains
Tony Snow don't sniff no blow
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggaz is hoes and all women ain't bitches
And your reach? Keep the heat near
Games, I don't play, I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me nigga? Open up ya ears
If you movin' too fast, slow down and switch gears
P.A. somethin', ya life give ya nothin'
The streets ain't pokin', you can get shot bluffin'
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
Get rich quick, let pimpin' do the blame
Midnight blue with the peanut butter ducts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my realer, rollin' big like Shaq
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I'ma pimp, sellin' hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over, slap the dick on the back
They call me Young Jay, G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this application, you'll change ya job
I gotta order motherfuckin' rappers, teachers, preachers and athletes
All make a personal visit or to the backstreet
I even gotta hoe, play away
With one rule, till ya gray, nigga stay away
See I'm the reason why ya letcha girl stay at the house
And beat her up 'cause my name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all up on my ring
I keep a Cadillac and I select a few in my car
If you don't own one, then you ain't got shit in ya garage
I go hard, you motherfuckas ain't breakin' a hoe
You just flyin' bitches in, showcasing a hoe
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the best
This here Jazze Fizzle, produc shizzle
Pimp C, Jody Breeze
If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl, I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Yeah, hey, uh oh there he go, look who slid through the door
It's ya dog Jody Breeze, I'm the shit on the low
Y'all niggaz make me sick, spendin' chips on a hoe
On the grind, tryna get it, I shit on a hoe
Off top, let 'em know, I'ma mack, I'ma pro
Matter fact, lemme hit it from the back later on
Baby, gon' bend it over, tune it up let me see
I ain't from Houston hoe, but I'm still a pimp, see?
All I drink is Hennessey, all I smoke is stickery
Hoes wanna get with me, but they ain't get shit for free
I'ma playa, you can tell, ATL where I live
I ain't with the kissin', hoes, Jazze Fizzle let 'em know
If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl, I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Y'all niggaz wanna lay, I wanna play in a bitch mind
If she playin' her Daddy, I will knock out her spine
I'm out here on the grind, 24/7 I'm gettin' it
I'ma let them tricks eat it up, I ain't trippin' bitch
Bitch, bend over, let 'em see it girl
Hoes in the club, like '96 showin' niggaz love
I used to be off in the Chi-C in Atlanta
Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama
I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks
The real live boys opening the pussy stores
I got respect for the flat backers
Black, yellow or crackers, keep ya Daddy ridin'
'Cause I'ma Cadillacer
If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Oh, he Tela in the change, I put the 'G' in the game
Put the 'P' in the pimp, brought back the blue to the flame
Break a bitch like a trig, write out some magical shit
And while I feel more slim, that ain't my starter bitch
Drop the top on the Rolls and roll under the sun
Throw my finger in the air like, kid', hoe I'm the one
Got my gators and suits, multiple colors like fruit
Pimp aroma on my breath, Tropicana and goose
To the roots of pianos, see my moves she can't handle
H.B.O., nigga hoe break up overtime Soprano
Diamonds up against panels of wood, it's all good
Lean back, candy 'llac gettin' head on my hood
If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Ladies and gentlemen, Fizzle, oh, yeah
You have now been entertained
And you are now a part of the Pimpalation
You undersmell? Uh
There's a whole lot of devices that make this thing roll
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, Jazze Fizzle, Sho' Nuff Records
Pimp C, U.G.K. Records, Wood Wheel Records
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout!?
Rap-A-Lot mafia's behind this one, yeah
Wassup J? Large mackin' and sasquatch pimpin'
Y'all know what it is
(feat. Bun B & Mike Jones)
[Pimp C]
Smoke somethin, bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Young Pimp. know what we doin? (Texas!)
[Hook: Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it {*screwed*}
[Pimp C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggaz shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac
[Hook]
[Mike Jones]
Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang
Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then I turn up the bang
I'ma say it for those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
[Hook]
[Bun B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some like it white but I'ma go to green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later
Down wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater
Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)
Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)
Hey baby, we sure love to ball (love to ball)
Ooh baby, we sure love to ball (we sure love to ball)
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I like smokin out and "Pourin' Up"
I'm breakin car lots, two hundred thousand dollars, I'm showin up
The street life get my watches glowin up
New Motorola smartphone, steady blowin up
I remember doin bad
Always knew I would get it, it didn't make me sad
'Cause I was a beast with it
I keep my khakis with a crease in it (crease in it)
Sharp as a knife
I crawled back in the day but bitch now I'm ballin tonight (ballin
Tonight)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
I got a call on my celly, while I was jammin some Screw (woo)
And it was that P-I-M-P, mayne what's up with you?
Slab was sittin outside and he had bought 'em in twos
I painted one candy red and I painted one candy blue
And you, know all the women, want to conversate for a few
'Cause my jewelry sick like hachoo and my necklace still got the flu
She said her name was a Nakia but I had to nickname ya boo
I had to nickname her chlorine 'cause your chick stay wet as a pool
It's true, boys want a verse from me but they couldn't afford me
Be talkin so much game that a Pimp gon' wish to record me (for real)
Been a H-Town baller, I'm talkin swishin like Horry
Ain't nobody gettin my glory, ain't nobody "Trippin" like Cory
Mo, already know that I keep a room in my vault
I signed a check to myself, so I guess that makes me my boss
Therealestever.com and I ain't gonna sign off
It ain't no stoppin our ballin like we ran out of timeouts (hold up...)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Uh, summertime niggaz (niggaz), Phantom ain't the answer
Fly, I can't enjoy it, I think my daddy's got cancer (huh)
Pistol in my lap, I'm rocked up like Miss Chancer (starter)
Fist turn a trick a five like Jo Jo dancer
Old nigga doin boy, hit a house one knot (knot)
Years seventy, eighty, stole all our Christmas lot (bitch)
My whole life I was exposed to the fast lane
Runnin through my blood, seventy-five thousand for the chain (chain)
Fifty thousand for the watch piece
But I'll take it off bitch to squabble with ya in the streets
I'm Dr. Dre of the South, ya better watch your mouth
Michael Jordan, underdog, see ya at the Playa's Ball (bitch...)
[Chorus]
[Break: Pimp C - w/ ad libs]
Say baby, turn yourself around, so I can love you good
Hey baby, girl you so sweet
Good time, go on and sign my meat (sign my meat)
(feat. Lil' Keke & P.O.P)
Another Myke Diesel production... {*horn sound*}
[Hook]
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down
[Pimp C]
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. to Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshittin
Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get (money to be get)
Paul Wall and that Koopa s'til ain't talkin (uh!)
Money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin (uh!)
Y'all niggaz got the game fucked up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the FUCK UP! (shut the fuck up!)
'Cause y'all keepin up that bullshit rappin (uh!)
The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)
The same stupid ass niggaz s'til ain't figured it out
Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the South! (uh!)
Y'all need to get up out the dumb shit (out the dumb shit!)
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit nigga!
[Hook]
[P.O.P]
Hey, I got the bass poking, trunk shakin like tambourines (tambourines)
In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines (tangerines)
Where they bouncin on 4's like trampolines
It's the great state of Texas so I can't believe (what?)
all the conflict and plex that we carryin
It's time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians
I'm 'bout stackin bank, everyday
so I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
It ain't no "I" in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!)
But if we man up and press we could lead the league
We some All-Stars, the roster is sick man
I ain't gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man)
Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist man
Three, two, one swish ANNHH!
[Hook]
[Lil' Keke]
S.U.C... you see the slab outside, it look good don't it?
Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on it
Trunk air tight, speakers and them show lights
Holdin! Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight!
Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming through
When the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue)
Approachin downtown, knockin doors down
Tint eleven slabs in a single file line
Flossin, swervin, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
I sleep on dreams 'cause it's paper I'm chasing
My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation
The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey
I gotta show my class so these haters can face me
Ridin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalk
Showin my chagrin while I'm knockin the doors off
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin' for the Georgia, bitch
It wasn't nuttin' when I saw ya bitch
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit
Everythang I say is the truth
I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just 'cause you sell pussy don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it, I can see it in yo' eyes
Www dot, wonder why I'm quickly gettin' exposed
Breakin' tricks for they money like a female is supposed
I'm not in Neptune on some space age shit
All my diamonds got paper, Emmitt keeping me legit
When the welfare was over, I be sellin' cocaine
I'm out in Las Vegas, takin' over bitches' brains
Tony Snow don't sniff no blow
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggaz is hoes and all women ain't bitches
And your reach? Keep the heat near
Games, I don't play, I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me nigga? Open up ya ears
If you movin' too fast, slow down and switch gears
P.A. somethin', ya life give ya nothin'
The streets ain't pokin', you can get shot bluffin'
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
Get rich quick, let pimpin' do the blame
Midnight blue with the peanut butter ducts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my realer, rollin' big like Shaq
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I'ma pimp, sellin' hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over, slap the dick on the back
They call me Young Jay, G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this application, you'll change ya job
I gotta order motherfuckin' rappers, teachers, preachers and athletes
All make a personal visit or to the backstreet
I even gotta hoe, play away
With one rule, till ya gray, nigga stay away
See I'm the reason why ya letcha girl stay at the house
And beat her up 'cause my name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all up on my ring
I keep a Cadillac and I select a few in my car
If you don't own one, then you ain't got shit in ya garage
I go hard, you motherfuckas ain't breakin' a hoe
You just flyin' bitches in, showcasing a hoe
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
Foriegn cars and foreign hoes (repaeat word twice)
C'mon lets go
Pimp C :
Yeah Mayne, Kno Wat Im Talkn Bout
Dis My first solo album b*tch
I Aint Neva Had One Befo
Yeah, Yeah dey dropped that otha shit While I was In the penetentary kno what im tlkn bot
I Got out n Drop That Comp On They ass N Fucked em up Know wa Im sayin
But hey Man U Don SLipped n Slid to another lid, Kno wa im talkn bout, yeah u kno, uh uh uh uh
This is a Pimp C starrin In naked soulf of sweet jones
Yall Play It From the Past
(Verse one) Pimp C:
I Stay Paid, And I Like blades
Old school cars and lovin maze
I got Hoes N I Do shows (Chuuch)
Gettin Money N Drivn Rows
I Keep my Grind i dont waste my time (Chuuch)
Comin Up Gettin Down For Mines
Chorus:
Ima F*ck You Baby, Cuz I gots to Have it
Gots to Have it
Ima F*ck You Baby, Cuz I Gots to grab it
Ohhhhhhhh
Verse two
Foreign Cars and Foreign Hoes
Gator Slippers and McRobes
Up my fold, They broken i got a big bank roll
Stand up In yo B*tch and Make Her touch her toes.
Make Your girl Lose Her Mind, Dont wanna penetrate from behind
Chorus
Ima F*ck you baby, Cuz i gots to have it
Gots to have it
Ima F*ck you baby, cuz i gots to grab it
Ohhhh ohhhh
Verse three
Touch Yo Liver, Hit yo spline and yo spleen
... When I step on the scene
I Got Malcom X and Purple Leaves (purple leave)
Have some coke, Naw B*tch Have some lean (Have Some Leane)
Dick taste good, O wee wee you my kind (O Wee wee)
Lauren say lets get it on, Kelly told me to bump and Grind
Chorus
Ima F*ck you baby, Cuz i gots to have it
Gots to have it,
Ima F*ck you baby, cuz i gots to grab it
Ohhhh Ohhhhh
Pimp C:
Hol up
Smoke Sum Bitch
Trademark, Trademark, kno wa im talkn bout
O wee wee, O wee wee
Know wa Im sayin
Uh huh I been
Been Inducted to that Chuuch
Know wa im sayin
Chuuch
Hol up
Yeah motha fucka
While you bitch ass niggas buyin tha oh king johnny ol cloudy ass diamonds
Nigga ya come in the room look like hurricane just hit nigga
Blache blache
Betta take dem dinna plates off yo chain nigga
Take em off
Step yo game nigga
Step it up
Need sum biga pointas in yo watch
Bitch
Anytime you need some big diamonds you go to emmett
Awwww yeah... back in the lab once again... with my nigga Pimp C... you know Pimp we showed the world what it mean to unite... with the Free Pimp C movement... and all the soliders that represented... we appreciate ya... to my nigga Bun B that lead the ship... you showed em what keepin it real is all about...
And mamma. yeah i said mamma...
Your son is home out of the slave master system and we about to act real bad and make a bunch of money...
Uh, uh, check one two, one two, one two bitch
It's goin' down, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Sweet Jones, it's goin' down, hold up
They wanna rob like us, wanna talk like us
Pussy ass niggaz wanna bark like us
Suckin' hoes' pussy that I used to fuck with
In ya mind, you a bitch, you really wanna suck my dick
I'm puttin' fresh coke on the corner
Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna
I 10, I'ma win if I make it back
Gotta tell you shit slow, through the anti wet
Them laws colder than an icicle
Uh, and mine sour as a diced pickle
Uh, my pie rest game is legit
Microwave, I'm the shit, rippin' business from 36
You wanna know how I did that?
Get my blow from Mexico, that's where the scammer at
I'm talkin 'bout that flaky, flaky
'Cause you ain't gon' win the life, hittin' strippers like the dyke's get
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
I started small time dope game, you know the tale
Tennis balls, flipped to 7 ounces on the steel
Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes
Nigga standing at the door with AK's and desert's
Stash spot for the glass, I was pushin' the tinted
Low hats, college shirts on, lookin' to get it
Hit a small town, get a room close to the block
Hit the scene and shoot that bitch up and wait for the cops
When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion
Shoot that motherfucker up again when niggaz get back
These motherfuckers got a death wish, fuckin' with AK
Playin' games like it ain't no consequences of that
Yeah I said it and I meant it, I got brave for a rep
Playin' cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat
Bloodline, purified, I'm so gangsterous with it
Can't a motherfucker out here breathe and tell you no different, bitches
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
Here it is, motherfucker, let the champagne hold
K si si pimpin', Willie D in the do'
It's a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill
You can do what you wanna do, just not 'round here
'Cause this is my hood, my block, my street
You wanna sell a cool cup? You gotta go through me
If the po' po's jam you up, I ain'st to talk
I'm the cat with the H town, gangster walk
Baby want me 'cause she saw me in that chinchilla coat
I'ma fuck her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat
Before buddy get out of line, I'ma get him fo' sho'
But it's gon' be about my respect, not over no hoe
Let my work come up missin', you gon' kick it with dead men
'Cause bitch I'ma beat yo' head in
I been paid, been makin' fast bucks
Nigga you work with Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
I'm in the project, parkin' on the West side of town
In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds
With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and B 12
Try to whip me up a 5 piece my muthafuckin' self
The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open
Niggaz peekin' through the blinds, for what? In case somebody scoping
Rag tied around my face, why? The fumes real strong
And I'ma be over the stove 'cause it's all night long
O.G. rock bone done been out on the scene
A cocaine cowboy just like Will Lean
My reputation is stronger than rat piss
Legendary for the lyrics and my muthafuckin' wrist
The broke down seven, brought back fifteen
That was still so strong and what? It killed ten fiends
That's a mean whip game, if ever there was
But it ain't nothin' 'cause a trill nigga do what it does with more bounce
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin' my stock
(Intro):
Hit the Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
(Webbie):
Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games wit dem 20's
That wet paint is glisten main i juss came from business
I juss spunt a hundred fifty on a quarter of that sticky
Feel it everytime you hit it got my nigga boosie wit me
I'm feelin kinda shiny pimp done let me use the bentley
Im moving kinda quickly i hope i dont get a ticket
Got a pocket full of dollas on dat vodka got 2 bottles
On the way to the ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say im a dog so lil mam wasnt tryin to holla
Bitch u right and i spent 60 thousand dollas on the collar
Raise the volume got to bucking fucking up the amplifiers
Hit the blunt then hit the cup man this shit got my drivin sour
I aint lyin this some fye im trippin and hearing sirens
Nigga wilding wit wit a hot ass block all on the line
One finger drop 9 im telling i been grinding hit my nigga on the line
Its on tell him its time we gone
(Hook):
Hit the Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
(Boosie):
I swerve left i swerve right
The police stop me he like boosie drive right aight
Got to the light lit up my purp i grab my pistol cause these niggas they'll merk you
I made a right put on my glasses them four 12's in the trunk str8 acting (okay)
That grey goose and pineapple got me acting bad
Pull up to the parking lot then drop the top them hoes like there go bad azz
G'd up looking good shinning in a race car
Rims so big on that bitch look like a fake car ha ha ha
You niggas ya'll gone hate me now why u swerve so much cause my nerve fucked up
In the parking lot tv's two 23's we got them trees
In my pocket we got plenty g's it's gutta when you mention me
Hennessey esctasy hoes makin they pussy pop
When boosie some where round it's going down in the parking lot
(Hook):
Hit the Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
HIt the Hit The Parking Lot By The Club Juss Swervin
(PIMP C.):
Hit the parkin lot pimpin ridin my name with the pimpin
Said sweet jones is home bitch long live the pimp
Paper stackin durty cause stunting is my job hoes eat my dick like it's corn on the cob
Aint nothin happening, but grippin on the back bone bitch on the hood and i'm ballin in the stacks
I got to the beach party the ground was so sandy
Bitches on my dick cause my catr drip candy imma v-12 nigga yeah you know that we the shit
Record company screamin Pmp please just give me one more hit
Well here it is and wat it do get the leap up out your ass and come off the paper fast
Cause boosie need a benz and webbie need a rose and me im fixing to get 3, 4 g's to flatter my shows
So fuck where you from and fuck who you wit if it ain't about paper then it ain't about shit
Hold up
Comin' down
Hold up
Smoke somethin'
Lately he been flippin' and stayin' on the grind
Tellin' you that you fine but he ain't spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to knock out your spine
Make you mine from behind, to some slowed down ‘Bump n' Grind'
His thing like a dirty sweet, from off the street
My thing like a O' of indo from Sacremento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he call you a bitch
Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryna dig you a new ditch
Now I admit that he rich and that his money is good
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood with some dick if ya good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Go pussy thug, like a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb ‘cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I lick ya where he don't and suck real hard on yo' nipple
My game is sharp as a sickle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickel
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time
I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies
But not more than my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo'cash on M.O.B
That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P
Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her
Naturally I have to be dead serious, maybe not
Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed by the cess in her S W I S UH
Versace, down like Fran Dresser, bless her heart
She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart wit' all that you know, comin' wit' he-say, she-say
From what she heard at the club ‘bout some chick that I had played on
Well bitch, you should have stayed home
She mad ‘cause I done told her girl off but the bitch was wrong and you
You gon' let these messy ho's fuck yo' world off
I tried to love her, man, but see love is one thing and dumb is another
Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run things
I should've passed but I was gassed, super-unleaded
And her nappy headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it
‘Cause I'm in a sublime, new state and frame of mind
‘Cause it'd be a crime for me to waste my time
I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies
But not more than my paper stacks
Now rule one, get yo'cash on, M.O.B
That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P
Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her
Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a nigga's sane flows, you know everything goes
Fuckin' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows
Sportin' furry Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows
Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit
If you don't like me, it's most likely
‘Cause I done holla'd at yo bitch, why she so thick?
Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em
But I make her feel like uh-huh, can you do it? Uh-huh
But when I scoup her up
She know that I'm the one to make a slut cum
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, motherfuck that stuff
Mad ‘cause I snuck that love, baby, don't bust that slug
So go on ‘head roll up that bud, so we can fuck
So wassup?
Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie
Or bumpin' UGK shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty
How the man, yeah I knew G but she don't usually say shit
‘Cause the pussy make a motherfucka wanna ball up and cry
Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside
I ain't gon' up and die like the guy that we got high
Take away more than two hits, two blows
She heard my new shit, it was new clothes
New golds, carefully Herringbones and cellphones
Brought her friend home, now, I'm freakin' two hoes
If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty
She prob'ly wanna lick me
I'm the Twista, I send the whole pissy joint to drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies
But not more than my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo'cash on M.O.B
That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P
Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
[Verse 1 - Drake]
High rollers, what's up?
Drinks Houston, what's up?
Onyx, what's up?
You does it baby you does it baby
Harlem nights, what's up?
Treasures, what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeeeeeah
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin'
And after that I'ma throw that fuckin' "young money" up
And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee jumpin'
Man I'm so high, next time we won't smoke all of that ounce you buy
Oooh, I almost forgot to blow the candles out
'Cause I don't really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
Goodnight, I'm still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm 'bout to drink it way down
What up Bun my nigga?
Man you know we stay down
And I'm an honoray resident in UGK town
I'm on my way
Yeah I'm on my way
I never give a fuck about what any nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all pretty
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing
[Chorus - Drake]
What up? What up?
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
[Verse 2 - Pimp C]
Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs
Millionnaire from nothin'
Mind on hustlin'
Pussy a commodity but a dick sell better
Went from Dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
Paint that got wetter than it was in '94
The drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled
'96 Impala with the stick on the floor
Now its Bentely four do's with Patron on the low
Light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger
Jammin' Slim Thug, belly fulla of drugs
Young hard nigga, underdog nigga
Yellow lights on the Masa' do the fall pussy nigga
Yellow diamonds on my finger
Playin' in the car
My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop
Not 'cause they empty I'm just greedy for somemo'
I need some mo' dough I'm a P.I.M.P. fo' sho'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bun B]
Well its the trill O.G.
I got the neighbourhood soul
Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed
Ridin', bangin', gettin' throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in front of it
Belts on the back of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit
And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King cover
Don't care what anybody say long as the king love her
Wish I could tell her that I don't but it would kill her
I just keep on grippin' grains, drippin' stains
Bein' trilla, ain't another brotha realer
Blowin' thousand dollar killa
With that Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila
'Bout to snow up in my city
So let me put on my chincilla
In the 'Rari doin' donuts like my name was J. Dilla
All about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
Keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cella
Your girl up in the second automatics for the fella's
You see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us
(Bridge)
Smoking hot and pouring up
Active bitch all in my cup
Pull up on them 32′s
Make the way her wanna fuck
Ice cube's in my pocket
'Cause I'm all about the vigilance
Going in the water
'Cause your juiceman he's officially
(Hook) x3
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
(Bridge)
Smoking hot and pouring up
Active bitch all in my cup
Pull up on them 32′s
Make the way her wanna fuck
Ice cube's in my pocket
'Cause I'm all about the vigilance
Going in the water
'Cause your juiceman he's officially
(Verse)
Leather and the wood, wipping grace ain't calling hennessy
Slam it out your girl then I sat there hold the Tennesse
Bustin down them chicken but I'm all in selling quarter key
You can get a 62 and it come in frisky
In the water ,cook your order
Amigo got problems cross the border
Shout out to that PAJ y'all should live like chad bull
See the pieces see the chain
I see as a first sucker
Sold up in that hardly choice and how your dinner don't truck us
32 EMT and them nigga my blood brother
Deep down with the clique we ain't got no love for you
Pour 40 sell a paint, now I do over
Drop a 125 , 125 dropped over
32 EMT and them nigga my blood brother
Deep down with the clique we ain't got no love for you
Pour 40 sell a paint, now I do over
Drop a 125 , 125 dropped over
(Hook)
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
(Verse)
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
Focus team, straight kicker
Knock the lock off of my trunk
Climb on them 30 that is word 'cause I seen a hump
Leaning on the activist and my pocket got the most
Selling boy, selling girl
Eventhough the dirty work
Maybe leave my nest I sold a baby you a dirty square
I just pulled a dirty 4, promethazine, codeine and syrup
Flying down 75 and my vision very blurry
Blowing on that 93 come thicker than some power stur
Sitting on them 32 got me talling julie's herb
Smoking hot , put dick in your hole
Because of all the jury
Balling like a fool nigga, that why you hold me choosing
Shout out to my jeweler, ain't no nigga cooler
Got me looking like an eagle a little red cooler
I just bought a mula, the hair look like medusa
2 door red coupe I cooler every bula
Eating steak and shrimp out the water from the muler
68 44 2 everything computer
Pro chart SS trying to race I do you
Pouring up that high tail, redder than some fluid
(Hook) x3
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
Smoking hot, pouring up
Putting dick up in your face
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, we call it buff
All my cars got leather and wood
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