like pimpin now you know Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know Beyotch There ain't nothing like pimpin now you know Ain't nuthin like pimping damn
mad and I'll fuck your wife Have fun with your bitch and have her sprung on my dick I guess I'll pull it out and just cum on your bitch Like my other
stop Doin' the foo C'mon c'mon Comin' down in candy car, smokin' on some candy bar Everyday I'm choppin' blades, comin' through on old school maids
'm probably on my way to the studio Probably playin' somethin' loud on the stereo $hort Dogg, don't forget the funk motto 'Free your mind and your ass
where they at? Come on I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the President's nose Pimp
, okay 16 ***, break brenzell with Phenzell Catch that ***, then brrrup me on my Nextel I could care less if you meant well Get ya a*** back on the track
making you mad (Say Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!) Life can be so hard (Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!) Shit can hurt so bad (Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!) Always have
' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin' all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your
Pimp C, free Pimp C) (Free Pimp C, free Pimp C) Always have you sayin' constantly making you mad (Free Pimp C, free Pimp C) D Roc let me put something on your
Man, I could stay there for days Why you so cute? Why you so big? Why you bullshitin'? Come and deal with a pimp Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your
[Intro] Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4) [Over intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)] Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr (This
Bankhead you can't flex on me Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty
done made the Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces on buttons And I done did my time, I wouldn't get it, wouldn't get it And got it on my mind because it's money
KRS, Talib Kweli What ya doin'? Throw your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats
feel right out there livin in my "Surreal Life" All of you hoes should know I will blow that whistle Blow a hole in your throwback and throw that pistol Pimps
Smoke somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin'