Say *****, I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster than
These other lil' *******s can
So I'm digging in my mind for the *****es I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that ***** that's a slim *** chance
Put the paper in the ******* when you get that dance
This C O D *****, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers
*****es still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a ***** down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now, what the ***k part of the game taught y'all that ***** play?
See, we makes a ***** pay like a ***** weigh
And then a ***** stay wouldn't sit still, ***k how this **** feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this **** real pimpin'

I got them *****es popping ***** getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a ***k
I got them *****es on the corner selling ****
And the game that we go don't stop

I got them thug *** *****z with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And *****, you know that it ain't about this rap

To many *****z out here buying hoes a meal
***** that ain't the way a ***** supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
***k me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ***, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with cl*** baby
You with a ***** such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a ***** ***k around and be the tosser

Sweet Jones, Gripping Grain
With all that **** you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all *****z ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wood wheel
***k where you're from and ***k 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

I got them *****es popping ***** getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a ***k
I got them *****es on the corner selling ****
And the game that I got don't stop

I got them thug *** *****z with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And *****, you know that it ain't about this rap

*****, *****z getting hit in the front
I give a ***k, *****, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

I'm always trying to put in work, *****z wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the ***king seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them ***king 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
*****z 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'ma go pimp a *****, I'ma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing ***king up these hoes is their ***king friends
You remember back in day it was *****z pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me ***ked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh, you ***king with my cheese, oh, you ***king with my paper
*****, you got to pay the piper even if you straight **** her

I ain't mad about my girl licking ***** with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
*****, I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, *********, wallet and watch

I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now *****, now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that ********, *****, walk

I got them *****es popping ***** getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a ***k
I got them *****es on the corner selling ****
And the game that I got, don't stop

I got them thug *** *****z with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And *****, you know that it ain't about this rap

*****, *****z, getting hit in the front
I give a ***k, *****, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

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