Lyrics:
hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it
You know what's crazy
They tried to tell me I wasn't rappin enough
That's wild right
Hey man you're not rappin enough man
Alright Bet
I got something
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
to do (Whatcha want me to do?)
Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go
[Chorus]
This ballers zone, J's on my feet
I'm on dat Patron, so
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
when I rhyme like Fresh Prince and I can sing on the beat cuz I'm lightskinned
What does that mean Come on over and see DNA mixed up like checks mix
reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright
Four a.m. as I stoll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman
far from Hollywood
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
I got cocaine that's so good, need a name
Call it milk, because milk does the body good
I got this
What the fuck? Ayy
Lil Scotty in the Masi' go to war like Bush
I been running through New Orleans like I'm Reggie bush
Kush lit, it's that pimp
to fade but they can't cause we're strong
I am the product of guys like Playa Flys Project Pat Gangsta Blac
The legend Lady J and La Chat
Skinny pimp
really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse
Just a page
But I guess I'm defeating
Everything yea
You know what they say, money isn't everything
Married to that gang but ain't no wedding, so insane
Nosebleed flow, call it
damn fools
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on,
wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park,
I want to apologize for makin you wait so long for the sequel
Wyclef, Mary J., this one called 'What About the Baby'
You ever been like
[Wyclef]
the shit that they mail us
See pimpin ain't dead yet, see pimpin can pay the rent
And pimpin is demonstrated by those in the government
The money they send
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
10
This that Getting It On
This that IBN
This that Project Pat
This that Juicy J
They like damn
That boi going crazy
Who let him loose today
This that
paid
Copped a clean white tee with them fresh Air J's
I ain't got the Charger, I got my bitch Escalade
Sippin' on that Grey Goose and some damn
pick which chick I'ma cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls thats caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess what I just found
Come in v.i.p with me boo,
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
to destroy all
The tools that stayed
In my shack, so they only sprayed that
All hyper
Juicy J got caught in the cross fire
I watched him lose his legs
Should
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