Don't Be Mad

[Chorus: x 2] Don't be mad Cause yo nigga want to ride wit me Pimp in my caddy inside of me Neva want him mackin to the third degree Don't be mad P-I-impim nation wide Niggaz on ly left got my girls to the right Betta have my mony or it's on tonight Don't be mad [Passion] I'm that bitch yo nigga you dream about Got the title the car with the keys to your house Cuase I neva let em know Revenue's rollin in by the minute Playboy's fightin to be all up in it, spinnin, wishin, That I could be the hoe but I'm all about pimpin Bogus with that game I spill bad azz bitch from tha hood to the real Numba 1 to the 10 and I thought ya knew If you want to roll here's wat ya do make my money, bring it home Ask no questions, have no wants I'm so real [Chorus] [Passion] Now dem hoes want to hate, and that's fine wit me But rememba one thing, that if he wanted you that's where he'd be I done look like a fish, from the shit that I spit, YEA I just can't help it But you can take him back like a refund, 'Cause I can't use what I don't want Like DVD yo body wants me but I don't want what I don't need I'm the big dog that's runnin things Bitches want to be me and niggaz can't hang Born and raised in the bay Oakland Cali-forn-I-A [Chorus] [Passion] Why you want to beat me you know you can't see me Pimpin ain't easy, and game ain't free I'm a pro hitta, a nigga go getta I'm down for whateva, but I'm all about my chedda