(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B)
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit You going to make me split your shit Two things I ain't seen is this you a fony bitch I can't get Eyes on the ride yeah right shut the fuck......
[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)] Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X] Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X] Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
[MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I cross a tree over bag a bitch in a toaster oven Slam dunk in pimpin and her sister if she close enough
[Eightball] Look over hear open up the door and let it cook in hear Grab the mic a watch these niggaz tuck there tail and look in fear As I bust around with no shells inside in myself Lyrics like a conseled weapon sending you bitches straight to hell
[MJG] Burning up just like in waco texas Heating up your neckless Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your Ass any hard one for niggaz who really want it M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it
[Eightball] Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it 24 inches under somethin smoking tinted Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it Pimping love is when your style is when you love to hit it
[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
[Bun B] I came a long way from a posta posta Till I kosta nostra kept the toaster closer than I'm supposed to well I poast ya procha Ride like a roller coaster Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you like a croacha croacha rocha pull out a light and smoke you (damn) Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed man Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it is hurting my chances Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it) I put it to second guessers I blast it it just to prove it (prove it) Mother fuckers get a moving (moving) I born into hustling I grew up tustlin Gave my muscle in and got into meeting my frail but hell I put my trust in My left and right hand grinding threw the night And I keep my family right and see some paper like a white man Balling in the ninth (and) we holding in the light (and) sippin on worthless sprite and you can call it what you like I call what the fuck I feel play the courts that fucking peel But we ain't sleeping till they free and pimping here that's the fucking drill
[Chorus to fade]
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