Talking...
[Project Pat]
Hoe I know you got this loot
f** around make me shoot
up I'm like I'm a rocket
yea I knock it when I hit them boots
make that p**y wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that p**y snap
take me off the weight of fame
Im'a let you run ya game
but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
swang a fist bout a her eye
kiss my dick never good-bye
f** around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
I'm the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you's a freaky muthaf**a
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for
[Chorus (2x):]
You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)
[Verse 2]
I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing b**h
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
b**h I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
other n***as give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
hoe I'm gonna start yo a** with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in hearse
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
that I must get paid if you wants to f** with me
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3]
Peter pipper beat the b**h
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her p**y hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
so I walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
b**h done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck n***as hate this sh**
catch'em going quack quack
try snitching to a b**h trying to hold the mack back
but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that'll make me k** ya'll
muthaf**in a** beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something
You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)