Big Pimpin' Delemond - Pay For p**y lyrics

The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to p**y The worlds oldest profession Yah it's still alive No matter what the consequences A trick 'gun still buy it No matter how sick they make it A hard stick gunna still wanna play it Marching up, every day and every night To the drummers beat Titled the oldest profession, and it never fell back Not even in the recession No Christmas toys for the kids Yah daddy f**ed it up He said he was drunk playing poker with the boys Yah n***as pay for p**y Remember that Easter Sunday It was so damn sunny We didn't get no Easter clothes, candy, or Easter bunny Yah, daddy f**ed it up Rollin' dice with the boys Yah n***as pay for p**y Whether it's at the tity bar Or outta the car Yah n***as pay for p**y OHH yah, Some n***as pay for p**y, oh yah Some n***as pay for p**y, oh yah Some n***as pay for p**y, oh yah Dem n***as pay for p**y, oh yah n***as pay for p**y, oh yah