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I'm the same G they call lil skinny 
No longer skinny, but I'm pushin an expedition on 2O's 
And it's plenty wood in my sack, and that's a fact 
Playa
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
(Kingpin Skinny Pimp)
A legal pimp is a lawyer in the court making paper
I was sporting snakes while this fool was buying gators
The judge mad
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
how much you want
How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)
One scoop or two (Yeah)
Sweet, sweet love
When your rolling down the street (Errr!)
do cheap tricks to get chicks 
I just stand by my word (word) full attention 
And still get attention 
And still it should be noted 
They all
sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with
Get ready (get ready), 
Back by popular demand (he's back) 
Snoop Dogg! (yo)

(One, two, check up)

One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't
they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp
[Chorus: x3]
Go to sleep, hoe to sleep, go to sleep, hoe to sleep
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe to sleep

Man, I tell a hoe to go
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir

[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
Droppin' Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin' 15 in
They dishin' it out,
the both of us
Weak tapes that you made
niggaz be laughing at yo shit
in ya room fuckin off
while I'm digging on yo bitch
talk shit
run yo mouth
shoot me if
you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be
I be fucked up up on it
Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout that bullshit
If we gon' get high we gon' get high, and we gon' haves a bitch
Two
you walking down the street and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good and your so fine
Young tender, would you be
the wall
But slow down, baby doll
You can't walk before you crawl

[Verse two]
Still close to gettin' toasted by the be	-a-are
About to bounce wit' these
the news says to me 
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy 
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass 
From
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money