C-Bo - Pimpin' & Jackin' lyrics

[C-Bo] (Too $hort) Man, it sure has been a long time mayne... you know? Got the f** out the gate though $hort Dog, check these b**hes man (Ay yo C-Bo) Ha, what is it my n***a? (What's up mayne?) Ah you know, keepin' it gangsta fo sho' (Yeah) (These n***as out here tryin' to player hate on the West man) f** them n***as (Spit that sh** n***a) [C-Bo] I give a f** where you from fool I'm ridin' with $hort If I step in the ring and scream k** they dyin' for sure You better ask these n***as, from high d**h to the top I had to answer these n***as, bone crusher blast at these n***as There ain't no fast in these n***as, all my n***as gotta eat So it's a must that I crush ki's, if I'm smearin' I dust up many Bustin' slugs up any, from The Yay to GA Heard the fed's at the house, gotta use the spray with the 'K Twenty pounds of criptonite on a plane (on a plane) Ten metrograph birds on a train (on a train) Ten years down the line doin' the same thang n***a fresh up out the pen bangin' the same gang On parole, fo-fifth stay aimed to flame Rearrange a n***a brain, b**h we bring the pain $hort Dog my n***a, we ride 'til d**h do us Only way to face d**h is to put a teflon through us [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world Westside gon' have it, what?! Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world Westside gon' have it, uh [Too $hort] I know all about these nothin' a** hoes n***as you can't trust and how this street life goes I gotta hustle, that's all I ever think about If I gotta stand on the corner when the fiends come out If my raps don't sell, I'm pimpin' Sonia Cause p**y never stop sellin' in California Turn a b**h into a ho... Even had a b**h rappin' in the studio Turnin' tricks, s**in' dicks in a video If you see some money you better get it ho You know I gotta eat good, this ain't no joke We got b**hes, music, and we slangin' dope Up all night, tryin' to make more cash Police always tryin' to take your stash They need to just let a player do his thang Eat steak everyday and make some loose change [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world The Westside gon' have it, what?! Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world The Westside gon' have it, uh [C-Bo] It's f** a b**h, get rich, put a snitch in a ditch Keep a clip full of hollow-tips that'll slang from the hip Fo'-fifth flame and flip, bodies like a Gotti Once my infrared spot him I rise and I got him f**in' with a k**er, stay on the chase for the millas Fat house on the hilla, Benz truck, 20 inch wheelas 600 blunted, to the airport then scoop $hort Fat heater on lap, I dare any n***a to step forth Get smoked of course, blasted, in a casket Murder them ba*tards, leave the whole scene drastic [Too $hort] Jumped in the car with C-Bo, on the way to the liquor sto' Before we go get some more indo So we can smoke and ride Cause I'mma stay high for the rest of my life Independent in a major way I know you love the way us players play I wasn't born with a silver spoon, but I stay hungry b**hes hear what I say and everyday they want me [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world The Westside gon' have it, uh Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' b**h and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' f** the world The Westside gon' have it, n***a