Like a Pimp

[Intro: Cuts]

Like a pimp

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan

And I'm bringing this paper faster, than these other lil bastards can

So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke

And keep a player Paid in Full cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance

This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards

No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers

Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers

But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play

See we makes a bitch pay, like a bitch weigh

And then a bitch stay, wouldn't sit still, fuck how this shit feel

This ain't studio pimping, this shit real nigga

[Hook: Pimp C]

I got some bitches popping pussy getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck

I got some bitches on the corner selling cot

And the game that I got don't stop

I got some young ass niggas with the syrup

And you know nigga always blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap

[Verse 2: Bun B]

To many niggas out here buying hoes a meal

Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel

I close the deal from the front door

Fuck me right and suck me tight

And you just might hit the blunt ho

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby

But don't be acting all saditty with class baby

You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you

So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser

[Verse 3: Pimp C]

Sweet Jones, gripping grain

With all that shit you talk ain't got no Byzantine chain

And most of y'all niggas ain't nothing but tricks

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wood wheel

Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel

If you want to go to war I'll take you to war

I got an AK-47 and a TEC in the car

[Hook v2: Pimp C]

I got some bitches popping pussy getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck

I got some bitches on the corner selling cot

And the game that I got don't stop

I got some young ass niggas with the syrup

And you know nigga always blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap

Bitch niggas getting hit in the front

I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt

And everyday young boys that's paid

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

I'm always trying to put in work, niggas wanna do my dirt

Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup

Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds

Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys

Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things

Kids, I'm a role model, Police, I'm a dope man

Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap

People say that pimping dead, never has it left the map

Optimos, a fifth of crown red eyes with a frown

Niggas with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town

Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us

Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt, plastic Glock

Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash

I'mma go pimp a bitch, I'mma like wicked witch

Always learn to watch your friends, backstabbers cause a snitch

[DJ Paul]

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind

The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends

You remember back in day it was niggas pimping hoes

Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck

Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper

Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world

Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop

I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch

I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys

On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese

Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking

And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)

[Hook v2]

[Outro: Pimp C]

Hold up, hold up