Cake

[Intro] Hold up Smoke something, bitch My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout? Yea, know what I’m talkin bout? Uncle George was talkin' bout Hey man, do fries come with that shake? Hey man, hey man, do green guys come with them thighs? Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC [Chorus: Pimp C] Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake [Verse 1: Bun B] Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes I be at it and on it, don’t start no static, I want it When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it Ain't no stopping, no frontin, this certified and official When I see you lickin your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie They say that pimpin ain’t easy, man it is if you be me I see a new one every day, and they think that Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter Pay for pussy, that’s alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter [Chorus: Pimp C] Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake [Verse 2: Lil Boosie] Mane you know I hit the first night, get 'em right the first date But I got a question for yah, do thighs come with that shake? You want Pappadeaux seafood, well you gon have to eat boo Won't be in my foreign car, you gon' be a porn star I know what’s going through your head, If I hit 'em right with head I might get a slice of bread for just a minute I get cash in duffle bags, I don't chase the cat Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake Sorry, girl, I gotta go, like Pimp I’m on that purple dro Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the paper [Chorus: Pimp C] Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Shit, now all the trickin', you should stop it, money been the topic While she digging in your pockets I be pluggin on her socket All off in your crib, feet up on your shit Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a bitch When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe, real throwed The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could bill for Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy She shake you off, I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy Don’t be mad at me, cause your ho done chose I was out here on the stroll, she got down like she's supposed I put her on some Vogues, and some flavors on her mind Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side [Chorus: Pimp C] Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper Them thighs come with that shake Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake