Jackpot The Pimp, Part 2

Hey, whats goin' on y'all?

Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again

Did you miss me? Hope not

I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get

My stacks or get smacked and my pimpin'

HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby

But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day

He told me to make a bitch pay like she weigh

Hoe, you made the bed you gotta lie in

Matter of a fact, Bitch, die-in

You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe

Fur on my rolls royce, flow

Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, bitch

Say what? Pimp, I got the juice

And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip

Wurrs my cash, Trick?

Get My Grip

Nigga, quit watchin' Superfly so much

And quit copyin the mack

I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel

On the back that say Hoe Slayer