I got a problem with this punk ass bitch I know Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho An untrustworthy bitch like delilah Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her, mother fuckin' face Bitch got some good neck But the little trick need to learn some respect She made me beat her ass. Take a nigga out this game. See I don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin' But this one act like she don't understand You is the bitch, me, I'm the man Remember dat shit, then learn to submit And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed trick See a nigga know about ya And I know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes
Chorus: Somethin' about pimpin' That makes me love this game Somethin' about pimpin' The hoes be off the chain Somethin' about pimpin' I just don't wanna stop Somethin' about pimpin' Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock
Too Short:
I'm like JD Walker Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker Bitches workin' all night like a stalker Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me Used to be a little kid watchin' movies I knew what I wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes I ain't want no wife I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke And I still do, now I get paid from hoes, Beeitch Cuz this East side nigga don't care Since I was nine years old I been a player And now I got a lot 'o women It's never endin' It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin' Chorus
JT Money:
Now, one time for you H-Os You wanna try a real player bout his pesos Hey hoes, I know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups So wut up all I wanna do is get this money witcha I'm dead serious, I ain't tryin' to be funny witcha I teach tha game but It ain't for free When I see you with some change you just bring it to me See you can come up in this game And you can get hurt ho When you in public just remember who you work for Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla So called ballers, flashin' they dollars Hatin' J baby, you just play it crazy Let him spend his loot on them boobs So you can pay All I want is the bread He want the pussy and head Don't be misled just remember everything I said Beotch
Chorus Until End
Compositores: Jeffrey Jermaine Thompkins (Jt Money), Kevin Briggs (Briggs Kevin Jerome) ECAD: Obra #39144126