DJ Scream - Ca**ette Deck lyrics

DJ Scream! (Maybach music...) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Pimp C in my ca**ette deck Pimp C in my ca**ette deck I'm just wait too trill I live way too trill Born to hustle like I'm Chad Butler And you know I keep a tall cup a' Time to pop me a pill I'm just way too trill I'm ridin dirty in my Benzo I'm pimpin women, I got ten hoes Bumpin a "Pocket Full of Stones" And you know I'm smoking strong You know my partners put me on I'm callin' Bun B on the phone Cause my n***a so dope And all my n***a sold dope Huh! [Hook: Rick Ross] I ain't..it's something real Someone feel the.. Pimp C in my ca**ette deck I ain't..that's something real Pimp C in my ca**ette deck Someone feel.. [Verse 2: Bun B] Pimp C in my ca**ette deck, bangin out of my head set Talkin about some p**y that he left with it And k**ed it like a d**h threat This is the life of a jet set But jazzy yella boppers that you just met Bust it open and leave your bed wet This is the life of a king Money and power and j**elry that bling b**hes that bathe you and kiss on your rings (they kiss on your rings?) Amongst other things, we got cars that cost like a house Houses that cost like a sub-division Pitchin I see and I love the position So know when you rep, this thug on a mission I'm trillin than most, realer than all Haters watchin but still I'm a ball Put your name up with RIP on the wall From gladiators that I k** if I call We got work in the walls The money is under the floor And the guns in every room And they light yo a** up if you come to the door Better know PA is the town Repping for life and I'm holding it down Give a f** if you like how it sound Cause Port Arthur Texas ain't f**ing around So I'm coping my top leading my fifth poppin my trunk Chucking the deuce while I'm sipping my juice And I'm turning it up b**h I'm getting the crunk [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Pimp C in my ca**ette deck, Cad' paint drippin wet Hundred thou' on my neck, pay cash, no check Rip microphones like I'm sweet James Jones See, I can't believe that my n***a Pimp gone Chrome spokes pokin' out the side of the Caddy Keep a set of s**y yellas ridin with daddy But it's for the money, never for the honey I'm a trill n***a she can't get sh** from me I make them hoes pay me, pimpin bought me this Mercedes Ever since I was a baby had them ladies going crazy Ain't got a pimp cup but I got a sip cup Doubled up muddy, full of that purple stuff That Big Moe, that Pimp C, that DJ Screw, trill n***as feel me And I'mma stay trill till a n***a k** me Even after that I still be forever known trill [Hook]