Lyrics:
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
[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
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
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
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,
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
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
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,
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
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
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'
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
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,
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
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
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
rover
Mix a lot of perks in my soda
Yea I hate being sober
Good gas thats the fucking oder
Popping all these pills till it's over
I'll be gone by Ocotber
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
We moving work thru the city get up with me I heard ya homie was taxing
We just got them packs in nigga what’s happening 30 on me I’m relaxing
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