Lyrics:
have died in life
Modified by Christ embody I the light
My resurrection's prophecy
But I'm upstaged by theology mythology
Follow me my thoughts
to park it
I always keep it lit Because a nigga like to spark a lot
I'm just doing me I'm really pimpin out the parking lot
Walk it like I talk it Roll it
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God!
It take-a da
Get busy!
Sir Mix-A-Lot bread the ultimate freak
So cute in a suit, my beats can see
Intelligent freak, wardrobe complete
You can fold my robe,
Yea I’m black, and you I can say I’m skinny
But i got a lot of swag if I don’t got any
Really i be doin me pimpin
And imma keep winning
Cause all
the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
pimpin' lil' trick?
(My search is done)
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do?
No matter what it is I can make it come true
Never gave da Benz
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
They say its lonely at da top Im lonely now I want da guap
Lonely cream of the crop imma be lonely when I shop
Imma be lonely when I go to da lot
just trap by my lonely
A lot of these n****s be phony, So Ima break bread with my cronies
Now I just trap by my lonely, I walk in that trap by my lonely
Cause when I pass ya, I leave y'all in a trail of dust
Punk haters can't do nothin' but wail and fuss
So you need to get up off me
Cause you're talkin'
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know
fuckin' cold, I give no fucks
I'm tryin' to separate the kings from the real true fiends
Crooked do a lot of drugs but, I'm a king and a fiend
See me in
can't change pimpin', from the Stone Age to the "Space Age" pimpin'
From Southern mackin' in Memphis to the playa mo' when you shoot to Chi
In
that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you
Play that Pimpin Ray
Talking shit to this pimpin you done broke the first rule
Watch your mouth when you speak to me look im not them other dudes
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