Super Clean/Super Hard

[Intro]

Good morning, hey

Ya'll know who it is and ya'll know what it is

Hold up, let me make it official

That's right, you know who it is

Mr. Cool Acer a.k.a. The Ghetto Wayne Newton

A.k.a. Mr. Malcolm Thermostatic

A.k.a. Acer Ascot

[Verse 1 - Killer Mike]

Pimping I'm super clean, pimping I'm super hard

Ain't into pimping but love linen and super broads

I'm on a super grind, I'm out here getting mine

I refuse to be a beggar in a soup line

I tell them "See you later motherfuck a soup kitchen"

You can catch me in Decatur in a Super Sport dipping

Cra-gar, 30-spoke, first 8 corner-dipping

You should see the Vogues glisten, similar to 4's tippin'

You should see us in the condominium with pretty women

All stripping, buncha player shit, yeah we all tipping

I took a bank roll, threw a couple grand

Told the youngest ho, "See that's how I do my Superman

And you a super girl, good hair, super curls"

She was super thick and she sucked a super dick

I let her get my number told her "Hit a player later

I told my wife about her and we did a 'Will and Jada'"

[Hook]

I'm super clean, I'm super hard

An ultraviolet ray, I shine from afar

Bitch, don't you know who we are?

Bitch, don't you know who we are?

I'm super clean, I'm super hard

An ultraviolet ray, I shine from afar

Bitch, don't you know who we are?

Bitch, don't you know who we are?

[Verse 2 - MJG]

(Don't you know who I are?)

I'm pimp tight, M-J!

I know mad hating

But my infrared beam spot you like a dalmatian

My Tuesday ho riding 'round with my Friday bitch

That's what you call teamwork, nigga try this shit

If you a pimp, pimping hard, keep it pimping

Working hard hoes and hard-working women

I got a Caddy make a nigga want to get a Caddy

A Cadillac? Nigga, naw, it's a super Caddy

With a super motor, it make it go super fast

Give me all my money bitch ho, do the math

I don't even want half, ho I want it all

Mind, money, heart, soul I'ma sell your drawers

And put your mouth up right, do it, half price

Just right too, half-black and half-white

Don't even act shy, ho I know you with it

Do it Vivica Fox did it, reach out and get it

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 8Ball]

Big Ball, my girl say I got a hustle belly

She like to climb on top and ride that roller coaster baby

Up and down, round and round, super clean, super mean

Fly like a gulf stream, purple in my bloodstream

A yellow Cindarella cigarillo for my green

Hit the club 30 deep like a football team

Southern rap royalty, hated in the industry

Ghetto superstar, number love for us in the streets

Any city, any town, stick me where the 'hood at

Talking 'bout my life up on this mic that's what I'm good at

Still keep my heat even though I know them boys watching

And it ain't never took a lot for me to get it popping

I'm dropping shit on niggas talking 'bout they running thangs

I'm hitting evil bitches in the forehead with this game

Lame niggas imitate but they can't do the same

Fuck all haters, go and get your money mayne

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Killer Mike]

I'm player fly, I'm player fresh

Fresh, dress to impress like when pimps pet the flesh

Animal skins with the men from my toe to chest

Ponyhair, Morris slippers slippers 4X, matching vest

I'm feeling good, I'm looking 'hood

As I watch the world through the Benz logo on the hood

Fly boy, fat boy, fat boy, fly boy

I adore women that's thick like Ki-Toy

I'm starting to feel like young Willie Dynamite

32 flavours baby: got 'em black, brown, white

Even got an Asian, sex is amazing

Hair to her ass and I think she Malaysian

Taking yoga classes, she said when I hit her

The down south dick nearly ripped her and split her

Every time I'm with her it's Grind Time Official

Cause I be like "Uhh" and she be like "Killa..."

[Hook]

[Outro]

That there we have it nigga, pimping 101, man

That's right 101 from goddamn rule 1 to rule 3

Hope ya'll soaked this shit up nigga

What I want you to do if you didn't understand it cause I was going too fast for you

Cause I do move at a terrific speed of one thousand thirty seven and thirty miles per hour

You back that shit up and slow it down

You might have to screw it nigga