Lyrics:
A membership card it's hot man bali needs a shower
But later for that he got a date with fate
Good or bad but no he can't be late
He about to trade his old card
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So loosen up
(Bitch you must not know my background)
Night rider, Skinny Pimp n reppin' that Oaktown
Got a ?? in every city and I fly for free
Gettin' brain
Y'all know good and goddamn well
You're fucking with a brother who ain't
Never had his hand held
And never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers
wit you
If I don't fuck wit you then nigga you goin kno it
So if a nigga ain't said something
to you by know
Nigga you guessed it
let's talk bout money
time anyway)
So, anyway
But if that's your idea of a good time
What the hey?
Send those pants up here! Here's some more!
Okay, good-good!
Traditional
balls cutthroat
With gangstas cross if you here to one time
Ain't no flossing, but if you pimp the bitch and stack the grits
She make em good money
most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class-world
Left my bicycle under
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
[Too $hort:]
What happened to the groupies, I thought they was comin through
To do everything we want em to
Supposed to be all good when they get here
Skinny nigga heavyweight
Petal to the metal till the metal break
See me eating good I could sell a plate
I do not fuck with these rappers they see through
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
Send my brother what he
A pimp name Lucky could've fucked Virgin Mary
Show the feins manners thank you sir come again
If yo bitch wanna leave you let that bird out the cage
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class-world
Left my bicycle under
the Lamby
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
I go to sleep
I see this big ol' butt
See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that
She be drivin my car
And everyday it get
I'm the one so good they asking
Where the fuck they found me
When they see me do my thing
Made em' wanna crown me
Though I'm not a pimp you see(C)
matter I Dey manya I don get energy I know say you Dey for me
I no get no worries
Girl you're so clean
I'm tempted to have your good loving oh eh
Girl you
[Chorus: Skinny]
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud
Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
Trunk funk and the Cadillac
Uh
This go out to my dog Kato
Rest in piece, baby
He's the kingpin
Dogs that I call my friends
Prayin' for all my friends
Things I do for my
feeling
We feeling so good
I'm feeling so good
Driving here
Brand new whip
Pimp my ride (Yeah yeah)
New city
New biddie
All the time (Yeah yeah)
Feel alive
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