Sweet Love

When you make the Kool-Aid You put your own amount of sugar in it Sweet, sweet love to your taste To your own specifications Now tell Kool-Aid, how much you want How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch) One scoop or two (Yeah) Sweet, sweet love When your rolling down the street (Errr!) On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want (How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it Sweet, sweet love And she says I want it all And you know it's cool-Aid in her tank And your fixing to ride the stripes away To sweet, sweet love Take that thong off (Take it off) And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy) While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love To your specifications, to your gratifications Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac Your pleasure is mine Like when a whore goes out to whore And bring you back all the money That's sweet, sweet love Don't try it and even put some strychnine Listen to the pronunciation of strychnine in this cool-Aid This ain't no Jim Jones thing This is just sweet, sweet, love Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I met her back in the day Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed It was sort of like a masquerade Fake suede boots and Cadillac coupes swoop the boulevard (Err!) In hot pursuit and we ain't afraid to shoot From hotel to motel, for the highest clientele You and you, I give a fuck how the pussy smell Heads to tails, the bitch bail with limp With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip See-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it Hustle round and swear that a real pimp is his business Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall If a bitch want to do it she gon' fuck em' all Dog, dog what up, Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin' Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back It's like that Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing Ridin' sly, gettin' high Bitches on the corner sellin' pussy tonight hey! Everyone want to know how a pimp can do his thing Ridin' sly, gettin' high Got plenty of my bitches sellin' pussy tonight hey! Tapped in with this baller I met, pushin' the Vette He moved to California said he ain't got searched yet Ah, she gon' blow ya socks off And peal them rocks off Bring em' home to daddy, so saddy Pimp in the Caddy Keep my hand on the gun Cause they got me on the run Menage trois in the telly Anaconda all in the belly She gon' serve four tricks And suck some more dick Homie this a bad bitch Better than average King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body P-i-m-p, young G's, O.G.s Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust Playa discussion, 'Kuruption' just like Kurupt Fifty toes on the corner, block hatin' is irrelevant They sellin' it, motherfucker are inhalin' this Here pimpin' Me and my homies we pimp the same ho Pimp the same ho, ridin' through slow Blaze through third and first and do what ya do I done, done I done, done Pull up and wrap the shotgun They know me Gotti, she know we pimpin' and never slippin' I pimp hoes on the side, side Side, ride, slide provide applied Upped the supplied supply Swats, I gave it my own try Improvise, be saddled up pimpin' hoes worldwide Smack the bitch, smack the bitch Take the bitch money, money That's my grip the bitch get Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got Turnin' the Gotti on the cock And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes Now a days fallin' crawlin' ah bitch come on Bitches reconcile, ball and gobble and gargle And swallow and her name was Tina Where's the bitch Known through the hood by the way she blow dicks Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp Pimp on pimp, pimp