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Jazze Pha, Lil Jon, Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz, Trillville, Pimpin' KenBuy this song

Jazze Pha

Phalon Anton Alexander (born 1974), also known as Jazze Pha ( /ˌdʒæzi ˈfeɪ/ JAZ-ee FAY), is an American record producer. He is the son of James Alexander, a bassist for the R&B musical group The Bar-Kays. more »

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
 Master constitution for the prostitution 
And let prostitution be the only solution  Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch 
It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass bitch 

[Dirty Mouth]
As I pull up to the club
 Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
 Brand New
 Bright leather guts and pearl blue
 These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the VIP line
 Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
 Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
 Sipping on the Crystal  Bitches want to get wild
 Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style  These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling  Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end

[Jazze Pha]
Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well)
 Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
 Cause now you're mine

[LA]
Just pulled up at the club
I'm flyer than a motherfucker 
Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker 
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
 Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
 Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And motherfuck the hater 
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor 
I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter 
You goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well)
 Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
 Cause now you're mine

[Lil Jon]
Hey, hey bitch 
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
 Never will I love a bitch 
Why would I trust a bitch?
 Always gonna dog a bitch 
They only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga cock
 Trying to get a nigga stock
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
 Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME 
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside 
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me

[Big Sam]
Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs 
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
 Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch 
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense 
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch 
As long as she making me filthy rich

[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
 Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
 Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
 Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm  Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth 
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts  After that I bounce 
To another ho, in a totally different city
for a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again 
I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
 Cause I have to ball, there's no other way
Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
 Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
 Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)

[Lil Jon] Get your ass up
[Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)]
If you get out line, I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
 Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch)
 Cause you signed your name on the dotted line
So get off your ass and get on the grind 
(Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now)
 Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
 Every inch of the verb
 Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
 Better believe it (please believe it)
Hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)
 Everyday from me (from a real motherfucking pimp)
But bitch that's all I can see
Any day of the week, when you fucking with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there 
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho

[K. Sanchez]
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate 
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate..."

Written by: LAWRENCE N EDWARDS, JAMAL N GLAZE, LA MARQUIS N JEFFERSON, CRAIG N LOVE, SAMMIE NORRIS, DONNELL N PRINCE, JONATHAN H SMITH

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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