Like a Pimp

(Like a pimp) [Bun B] Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan And I'm bringing this paper faster than These other lil bastards can So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards Original old school rock balling rappers Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play See we makes a bitch pay Like a bitch weigh And then a bitch stay Wouldn't sit still Fuck how this shit feel This ain't studio pimping This shit real pimping [Pimp C] I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck) And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck) I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock) And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop) I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped) And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap) [Bun B] To many niggas out here buying hoes a meal Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel I close the deal from the front door Fuck me right and suck me tight And you just might hit the blunt hoe I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby But don't be acting all saditty with class baby You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser [Pimp C] Sweet Jones, gripping grain With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain And most of y'all niggas ain't nothing but tricks But we sipping lean and breaking bricks Popping pills, work the wood wheel Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel If you want to go to war I'll take you to war I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car [Chorus: Pimp C] I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck) And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck) I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock) And the game that I got don't stop (don't stop) I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup) And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb) And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped) And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap) Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front) I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt) And everyday young boys that's paid (that's paid) Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades) [Juicy J] I'm always trying to put in work Niggaz wanna do my dirt Balling down on Beale Street Sipping on a pint of syrup Chopping up the chronic weed Picking all the fucking seeds Trying to slow my roll In my trunk I got them fucking keys Always riding Chevy things Shining on them twanky things Kids I'm a role model Police I'm a dope man Can't forget to check my traps Got me cheese a player slap People say that pimping dead Never has it left my mouth Optimos a fifth of crown Red eyes with a frown Niggaz with them gold teeth Fast talking on the town Some of us are under cover Make your baby mama love us Knot in my right pocket Left pocket got them rubbers Right hand Rolex watch Stuffed shirt plastic glock Back pocket Chevy keys Ready for the brain wash I'mma go pimp a bitch I'mma like wicked witch Always got to watch your friends Backstabbers cause a snitch [DJ Paul] Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!) [Chorus] [Pimp C] Hold up, hold up