Lord Infamous - B.O.C. lyrics

[Intro: T-Rock] Black Rain, n***a Y'all know who it is, n***a Black Rain in this motherf**er (A-Town) Lord Infamous in this muh'f**er (Memphis, Ten) Rock Solid Music is definitely in this b**h, y'all know who it is, n***a (Uh hun) This ya boy, T-Rock, n***a (Southside) We came to squash all that bullsh** Y'all know how real it is (Real n***as get to the money, we breakin' b**hes, n***a) Money over b**hes (This some pimp sh** for you young n***a's minds) We ballin' and breakin' hoes (Look) Tell 'em, n***a [Chorus: T-Rock] We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls) Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes) b**hes in every city, got b**hes in every city We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls) Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes) b**hes in every city, got b**hes in every city We ballin' and breakin' hoes [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] These narcotics making the Infamous feel so erotic I'm about to throw a motherf**in' p**y party Come from up so quickly, bustin' the guts of freaky s*uts Slide ya tounge down the pole, then ya lick up on the nuts Must be flashy, cla**y, but must be super nasty Hit the dope and then I hit her doggie-style like La**ie And every time we have a little Clubhouse Click hoe-down Pa** the p**y on the left hand side and lick me now Four O's of Tuss' give dick the super powers b**h about to faint cause I been f**in' her for hours And when I'm on this trip, the dick won't go limp I'mma try my very best to break your motherf**in' hip On the X and the 'yac Some of this, some of that Tryin' to make you like Quasimoto, hump in ya back Turn that b**h into your prey 'fore you make that hoe your slave Have that b**h rubbin' her p**y down with f**in' Ben Gay [Chorus: T-Rock] [Verse 2: T-Rock] We pimpin', peep the prognosis Game is fearless, ferocious Pimpin' hard and atrocious, my visions remain in focus Picture me on your T.V makin' pimpin' look easy Ain't no freebies My b**hes work nightly, monthly and weekly Yo homie I keep it winnin', the product I push is women Dolemite ain't got sh** on the way I put down to pimpin' I put your b**h out of business work with proper precision Tell your mama: get with this or witness the game get vicious I came to put fear in stitches, plus a dick in your misses Don't be surprised if your bride is one of my bottom b**hes I politic with nothin' more than dimes and what Hoes'll practice proper groomin' Sellin' a** on websites Sendin' me money through Western Union Getting money from a check in this business, they put 'em on internet, peep out their intellect Getting these b**hes for once in their pocket, I'm all about process, I'm swoopin' in silhouette Money got my pockets fatter than elephants, b**h, if it ain't about chips, it's irrelevant Half the battle is image, I glisten my diamonds quicker than (???), I'm a bankin' it [Chorus: T-Rock] [Verse 3: II Tone] It all started at the age of twelve Servin' fiends and raisin' hell These b**hes say they love a n***a "Can you make my pockets swell?" Your conversation; time wastin', money is my motivation Come and join the team, sellin' p**y is a occupation n***as out here grillin' lanes, savin' b**hes, break the change Your wife is a hoe n***a, go and let her do her thang Crossin' T, dottin' I, who gon' be her aliby? Hand that hoe a blunts if a b**h ever try to lie Hard for a pimp, no it's harder for a mack Pimpin' hoes, sellin' weed, sellin' blow, sellin' crack Since the birth of me, pimpin' in my pedigree Got my game, got my swag, got it all from Barber Lee Got it down, b**h wipe the table with a big a** And this s*ut come up short fo sho, she gon' beat her a** She don't turn heads, motherf**er, cause she break necks All about the cheese, peep game, we don't take checks [Chorus: T-Rock]