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..