[Pimp C]
Uhh
Hold up
Comin' down
Hold up
Smoke somethin'
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind
Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
His thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacramento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a b**h
Keep me all up in yo' sh**, try'na dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my dicked s**ed in his 'Six, I'm f**in' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some dick if ya good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Go p**y thug, like a glove when I push and I shove
Knock a dime out the climb, cause I ain't makin' love
See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha
But me, I lick ya where he don't, and s** real hard on yo' nipple
My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, n***a she gave me a nickel
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time
Time
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Is'a playa
Is'a mack
I love gettin to this ladies
But not more than these paper stacks
Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b
Keep paper in my pocket my n***a p.i.m.p
Don't hate me major
Just hate the game
The only reason your woman diggin' me
Is cause I play with things
Don't take it personal my n***a
I dont love I'ma playa
She just gon' keep me company
While I get lifted and I lay her
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well naturally, I have to be, dead serious, maybe not
Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the s** in her a**
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress her, bless her heart
She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart wit' all that "you know", comin' wit' he-say, she-say
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on
Well b**h, you should have stayed home
She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the b**h was wrong, and you
You gon' let these messy ho's f** yo' world off
I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha'
Brotha', I'd be dumb to let her run thangs
I should've pa**ed, but I was ga**ed, super-unleaded
And her nappy-headed a** gon' regret it, remember I said it
Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind
Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time
My time
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(Verse 3, Twista]
Did you ever think about who's a** ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a n***a's sane flows, you know everything goes
f**in' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows
Sportin' furry Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows
Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' sh**
If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I done holla'd at yo b**h
Why she so thick? Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em
But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh"
But when I scoop her up, she know that I'm the one to make a s*ut-cum
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-f** that stuff
Mad cause I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug
So go on head roll up that bud, so we can f**
So wa**up? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie
Or bumpin' U-G, K sh**, scoop a b**h or hit the booty
How the man, yea I knew g, but she don't usually, say sh**
Cause the p**y make a motherf**a' wanna ball up and cry
Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside
I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high
Take away more than two hits, two blows
She heard my new sh**, it was new clothes
New golds, carefully Herringbones, and cell-phones
But her friend home, now I'm freakin' two ho's
If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me
I'm the Twista, I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
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