[KLC]

Hey, yo Mia!



[Mia X]

What's up



[KLC]

What you think about this beat right here

You can do something with this



[Mia X]

Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire



[KLC]

Now that's what I'm talkin' bout

I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this

You don't have none of that huh



[Mia X]

Nigga you know I got some of everything

I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is



[KLC]

That's ya beat



[Mia X]

Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you

I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown

I don't care nothing about him

You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that

No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you

You want me to make you feel extra special

Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face

My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar

Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga

So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama



[Verse 1]

See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind

Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him

Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses

When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin'

Then I position my frame of thought

Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart

I lie if I have to even cry if I have to

But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for

No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me

I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see

I took lessons from Big Vie and 67

She still got them niggas down to do whatever

I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed

And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head

Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed

Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch

Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me

After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me

Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride

My game's so tight it's unladylike



[Phone Conversation]

Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone

Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more

Take it easy



[Verse 2]

I ain't right, cause I especially

Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese

I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear

Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her

Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties

Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys

Cook the breakfast and the flowers only

He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at,

And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama

Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas

Sipping pina coladas

And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends

Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz

His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit

Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit

With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's

Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed

All my need he's trying to fulfill

Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come

It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber

Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree

Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike



[Phone Conversation]

Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say

Man just the other day I run into the law

He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig

Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back

She has been gone three months man, damn



[Verse 3]

Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got

Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock

Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions

And got you calling her all day sweatin'

Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho

Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head

To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent

Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh

You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math

Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it

Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it

The truth hurts like life's a bitch

And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit

Mama Mia, x-rated, extra hard, extra tight, extra unladylike