Cassette Deck

[Intro: DJ Scream] DJ Scream! (Maybach music...) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Pimp C in my cassette deck Pimp C in my cassette deck I'm just wait too trill I live way too trill Born to hustle like I'm Chad Butler And you know I keep a tall cup a' Time to pop me a pill I'm just way too trill I'm ridin dirty in my Benzo I'm pimpin women, I got ten hoes Bumpin a "Pocket Full of Stones" And you know I'm smoking strong You know my partners put me on I'm callin' Bun B on the phone Cause my nigga so dope And all my nigga sold dope Huh! [Chorus: Rick Ross] I ain't..it's something real Someone feel the.. Pimp C in my cassette deck I ain't..that's something real Pimp C in my cassette deck Someone feel.. [Verse 2: Bun B] Pimp C in my cassette deck, bangin out of my head set Talkin about some pussy that he left with it And killed it like a death threat This is the life of a jet set But jazzy yella boppers that you just met Bust it open and leave your bed wet This is the life of a king Money and power and jewelry that bling Bitches that bathe you and kiss on your rings (they kiss on your rings?) Amongst other things, we got cars that cost like a house Houses that cost like a sub-division Pitchin I see and I love the position So know when you rep, this thug on a mission I'm trillin than most, realer than all Haters watchin but still I'm a ball Put your name up with RIP on the wall From gladiators that I kill if I call We got work in the walls The money is under the floor And the guns in every room And they light yo ass up if you come to the door Better know PA is the town Repping for life and I'm holding it down Give a fuck if you like how it sound Cause Port Arthur Texas ain't fucking around So I'm coping my top leading my fifth poppin my trunk Chucking the deuce while I'm sipping my juice And I'm turning it up bitch I'm getting the crunk [Chorus: Rick Ross] I ain't..it's something real Someone feel the.. Pimp C in my cassette deck I ain't..that's something real Pimp C in my cassette deck Someone feel.. [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Pimp C in my cassette deck, Cad' paint drippin wet Hundred thou' on my neck, pay cash, no check Rip microphones like I'm sweet James Jones See, I can't believe that my nigga Pimp gone Chrome spokes pokin' out the side of the Caddy Keep a set of sexy yellas ridin with daddy But it's for the money, never for the honey I'm a trill nigga she can't get shit from me I make them hoes pay me, pimpin bought me this Mercedes Ever since I was a baby had them ladies going crazy Ain't got a pimp cup but I got a sip cup Doubled up muddy, full of that purple stuff That Big Moe, that Pimp C, that DJ Screw, trill niggas feel me And I'mma stay trill till a nigga kill me Even after that I still be forever known trill [Chorus: Rick Ross] I ain't..it's something real Someone feel the.. Pimp C in my cassette deck I ain't..that's something real Pimp C in my cassette deck Someone feel..