Hold up hold up hold up
Starring at the bar motherfuckers
Eye pussy-know what I'm talking bout
I'm Pimp C bitch so what you need (what you need)
I got some cocaine and some California weed (fornia weed)
I fell in love with my chrome-plated bitch (plated bitch)
Break it make it pop the trunk and hit the switch (hit the switch)
Bitches jockin' niggas hating drunk off gin and soko
If he keep on talking shit I knock his meat out his taco
They think I'm playing cause I'm in gators and rocks (rocks)
But I pop this motherfucker till it stop (stop)
So look at me motherfucker look at me (look at me)
Look at me motherfucker look at me (look at me)
When you see me bitch tell me what you see (what you see)
Look at me motherfucker look at me (look at me)
Hey, hey yo I sips the 8
Plus I whips the weight
So while you tripps and hate
I flips your fate
Straight to rip from grapeland
Nigga i use to cook a different scale
Now what we be scoring will make them beams tripple break
Washed out up in the rippas way
Making you miss the whip we take
And squeezing mine surely
Though I drive horribly
Niggas die for me
And the killers in the sky swarm me
Some fly charming neighborhood pimps
Take a good glimpse
Smoking on them Cali Hollywood hemps
Look at me
Now I done scrapped and crawled
Now whip my Benz grip my balls
Shit don't pause
Y'all niggas know that I don't fuck with y'all
Fuck the laws under covers wanna see me stopped
Tap my phone follow my chrome
Another hits the block
But niggas know that Port Author is to small nigga
That's why the snitches get the pistol to his hilfiger
AK-47 test up and I'm bout to bet
With a loaded automatic if they catch me I'm goin fed
What that bitch said
Pimping ain't dead
I'm still getting head
Got your dike bitch in my water bed
Hit her from behind (hind)
4 or 5 times
Put that dick up in her spine
I done blew your bitch mind
look at me
It's like monkey see monkey do
So fuck you and your funky crew
You don't bang in the trunk we do
And smoking goin' skunky to
Now fuck me who? You got's me fucked up
Strong arm your city threw them up
And leave it bucked up
Maybe if you lucked up
Naw look like you stuck Chuck
Your men of war turned into pussies in menopause
Now how the fuck you goin' win a war
Bitch I'm in a car that will make you go deaf
The reason why your hoe left
Makes you wanna go left
Whoa nef catch a slow death
Cause bitch my 4 fell
Macking on straight smack a bum
I don't brag but I'm toe tagging um
Now we dragging um
Out the river just like to use
Crack the brews
And keeps about 50 case I wanna fuck a dike or 2
look at me
Look at him bitch
compositores: Andy John Watkins, Geri Halliwell, Paul David Wilson
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