Ah yeah, what's happening, How ya baby Oh you lookin kinda good and I see you with stilettos baby
Ah, this out, you ain't got time to talk to me? Ay, let me put the bug in ear baby Won't you those flow-shoes Into hoe shoes, ya dig?
Yeah check out This fine as your royal highness You know what, I can do a whole lotta for you Guess why? I'm a motherfuckin' pimp
Like me, hustlin' and baby I be on that paper chase In life there's pimp's and hoe's me which one are you, you little?
Like me, hustlin' and baby I be stayin' on that paper In this life pimp's and hoe's me which one are you, you?
The good man in me say get money and stay on the But the shit in me say yo keep looking for ass But my gave me a gift, something to hold A little city in when you shake it, it snow
I her, Never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes Better wait till you're grown, when he love you, know Everybody's got a dream, I and wish to own a six times two Chill in the whip, a fantasy, a bone to
Revenge to get, against who, I don't know, to one who you won't blow You eat, you want cake, their mistake Blamin me for their failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored, breasted A lint brush is senseless, pimp shit
A woman hates a man and with him for many years Tell him she then be jealous of him Now lame is how the ghetto him cause he still with her She his cash and give it to some other real nigger
Like me, hustlin' and grindin I be stayin' on paper chase In this there's pimp's and hoe's me which one are you, you little?
Like me, hustlin' and grindin I be on that paper chase In this life there's and hoe's Tell me which one are you,
Aye, pimpin bein goin on, man, for and eons, man the beginnin of time, you know what I mean? The only thing I to do is get on the grind and get mine So, only thing I gotta you, man is now do what you gotta do, man Bring my money back, get on that track, get on your
I heard them say the NBA is a bunch of dollar slaves Or Portier real back in the days, the point I make is Jerry owns the Lakers, his take is lets just say More than all of his players, thats business not really pimp shit
Maybe its it but similar to when we rappers big hits And not own the masters, the deal By the way, Portier helps all the excel He kept the motto real but could turn a girl out
I knew a girl bout 59 so fine, she could She was sleek, chic a classic mouth Movie directors fucked her on the casting couch She out with a blockbuster
Cant a hustler, she not a hooker, she focused A hopeless soul on a lonely I showed her all my stones and I said, Bitch, is cold, you need to roll with a nigga
Like me, and grindin baby I be stayin' on paper chase In this life there's and hoe's Tell me which one are you, you
Like me, hustlin' and grindin I be stayin' on that paper In this life there's pimp's and me which one are you, you?