Too Short:
I love things about you (it's alright) you got it going on
I'm not in love and this is not a love song, but you've been down for so long
You should never be wrong, I know it's all my fault
My mind been gone, I'm always on the chase
Lipstick on my face, when I get home
You gotta get on my case, cause I've been f**in' up
Coming home smelling like her, I can't f** it up
Call your mama tell her how it hurts, tell her
I'm a dog, but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players ball, and now I got my skrill on
My new grill on, put you through some sh** girl
But I know you're real strong, you say I never find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel like you, I put the game down
The way it's suppose to be, don't be a punk a** b**h, just get open with me
Too Short talking:
Cause I'm a real player. A-yo Pimp C I don't think they feel us
Pimp C:
It's a very thin line between love and hate
And it's a very thin line between a f** and a date
Girl you know when I was hollering at you
I want to hit, I ain't got time to get caught with one girl and lose my grip
I'm screaming "Steady pimp" you steady trying a change me
Running that game your mama taught you, b**h that sh** don't faze me
Say b**h I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen again
But all that sh** your cousin told, b**h blowin' in the wind
Just cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like I'm a trick I'm a let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with pimps like Too Short, freakin' new lady friends
Talking bout your sister saw me with a brand new b**h at the club
Coming at me with high school sh**, b**h you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done payed the price
Ho you ain't bout to wreck my stable, she said I'm shift
But b**h that's alright
Pimp C talking:
You can keep your funky a** p**y, you know what I'm saying? Straight up
What's up Short?
Too Short:
sh** go back to pimpology man. These ho know it's alright though and if
They don't Bun will let them know
Bun B:
Baby you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
Cause you've obviously flipped your lid, but what's done is did
I'm putting youup for sale for the highest bid
Or an a** from kid sh**, you got me twist-ed
Little Bun won't be another statist-ic, this love affair went ballist-ic
Puttin' them messy a** hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic
n***a believe me sh**'s thick, loves lost
Nothing's gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame, a wild animal
Feeding lettece to a cannibal, make a grown man wear goranibals
And I can't handle, bullsh** that's unnessessary
You can't handle being with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing that put us together seperated us
Player hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it cause, but find another shoulder to cry on
Stop gettin' your lie on, baby it's alright
Too Short talking:
I wanna dedicate this song to my b**h, quit tripping and bring your a**
Home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money
Pimp C talking:
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 rich, know what I'm sayin', Strictly pimpin', you know what I'm talking about, I'm trying to see some papers
Some dead ones
Bun B talking:
Some real sh** going on, you know what I'm saying? This is Big Bun and I'm
Out with my n***a Short and my n***a Pimp C. You know how players is with
b**hes on your dick
Pimp C talking:
Pimping ain't dead, n***as just scared you know what I'm talking about?
What's up Short?
Too Short:
Ain't no love b**h (ha ha ha ha) Beeotch. Tell them motherf**ers at Jive
To quit trippin'