(feat. 211)



[Skinny Pimp]

Get that money mane if you true to the game

Brothers coming up mane street thugs never change

Straight out the projects now we cashing fat checks

Pimp came a long way from slangin out the duplex

Now I'm on BET with A.J. and Free

Bringin out my new release it's a classic to the streets

Still hard never flauge all in NYC like the mob

When I do my job pulling up in them fancy cars

This is for my gangstas ballin in them Cadillac trucks

Moving weight state to state telling me come the sets full

Now we in the bigger biz still taking care of the kids

Still taking care of the fam still hitting big licks

Anybody cross us y'all gotta die

Understand this we ain't letting nothing slide

We Mafia so never forget and respect that

This is the business this is Tha Classic



[Chorus x2: 211]

Why don't you come to my ghetto hood watch me come up

On the video scene riding clean we blowed up

The Kings of the south got it all sewed up

Tha Classic this is the classic



[Skinny Pimp]

Hard times hard years and hard peers I done been thru it

This time no sad faces cuz we gotta do it

Get rich or die trying this is for my ghetto moms

Mothers in the ghetto this is coming from your son

The dope game show me the rap game owe me

Now everybody in the world finna feel me

The IC triple P International Cross country

Professional Paid Pimp bringing it back to the streets

Never will I sell my sold for a pot of gold

I will kill these folks before I let them do me cold

I'm the chosen one and I keep God first in my life

Even when I'm strapped up riding in the silent night

I keep it true like my kinfolk Lucky Lou

If he don't get you Big Hill gonna get you

So when it's time to ride we gon keep it real quiet

And when you gotta die you can't blame my guys



[Chorus]



[Skinny Pimp]

Why don't you take a trip to Memphis that's where all the pimps at

Maury suits and Gator boots fine women and our strips

We full of pure passion leaders or fashion

Pimping and macking big bank we stacking

24 inch big wheelers car dealers drug dealers

Big gun shooters and we grid up like P-Miller

We got the money and power

the good and the Johnson to Johnson we self-rising like flour



[211]

Why don't you come to my ghetto hood watch me come up

On the video scene riding clean we blowed up

The kings of the south got it all sewed up

Plenty of pimping in the big body of grown rode up

The flicker of the diamonds all around the wrist is shining

Pure pure rubian flex sipping wine and

Bag them loot bundles of cash in the plastic

This is the classic COME!



[Chorus]