Niggaz with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Now, what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play?
I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my dirt
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit, bitch, walk
And the game that I got, don't stop
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me fucked
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my mouth
And everyday young boys that's paid
And the game that we go don't stop
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
Original old school rock balling rappers
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
And everyday young boys that's paid
You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
Sweet Jones, Gripping Grain
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Now nigga, now you talking hoes get to walking
Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
Always got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch
Bitch, you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a dope man
To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke
Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the front
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
See, we makes a bitch pay like a bitch weigh
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And you know that we always blowing herb
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
Now see, let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car
Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like wicked witch
And you know that we always blowing herb
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how this shit feel
Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'
Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes with a frown
And the game that I got don't stop
Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
Bitch, niggaz getting hit in the front
And you know that we always blowing herb
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
If you want to go to war, I'll take you to war
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
I close the deal from the front door
These other lil' bastards can
