White Boys

White Boys - Young Pimp lyrics

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(feat. Katt Wiliiams)



[Money Mike: talking]

Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some pimpin' in it

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps, and hoes, and bitches of all ages

This is your host Money motherfuckin' Mike

Right outside ICEE Records right here in Chicago

These niggaz is pimpin' at 18 and I'm here to tell you

I'm an eye motherfuckin' witness, this nigga ain't bullshittin'

If you don't believe me, listen for yourself.



[White Boy]

Let me hip you the game, bitch

Take a glimpse of the chain, bitch

Look at the rims on the Range, trick biatch

I'm not ya average pimp I keep a, nice chick bouncin' on my white dick

They like to get it twice quick cause I got the magic stick, so I hope your focused

I grind with my rhyme call me hocus pocus, to play me's hopeless

and I lately know this

I'm a paper rollin', and these Yanks they know it

White Boy hate this Oman, but I avoid the po-pos

Put some more loyal hoes on

Trick suck a nigga dick quick 'til his dope gone

And that's fo' sho', I won't ask for mo'

Stop actin' hoe, give me my cash and go

Oh!, you didn't know, pimp in my blood bitch

it's a gift from above, Yeah



[Hook: Katt Williams (White Boy)]

Y-O-U-N-G (When you see me in the club baby show me some love, nigga what?)

P-I-M-P (Got the game on lock, in these streets on the don-dada, yeah)

Y-O-U-N-G (Fuck these hoes up man with the Icey ring that bling-blang)

P-I-M-P (Holla at me Young Pimp White Boy I'ma do the damn thing)



[White Boy]

Mack a Don, awaited by G-straps and thongs

Top notch nigga these facts is known

Keep rats, hit 'em wit' a free pack, you don't

Holla' back while I count G stacks alone

O's atro blow like three saxaphones

Ask ya hoe who track she on (White Boy)

Now I'm ridin' on chrome, slidin' by ya home

Lookin' fresh as the bio-dome, trick what!



[Hook]



[White Boy]

You can call me Deuce, you can me you

You can call me Luke, the 3000 Snoop

More chicks than Nelly, drinkin' rounds'a juice

We talkin' shit like ass when ya bowzers movin'

We got, pounds is movin' out of town in Houston

Plus we got sluts that'll set you up, stick a lame for his dust

Cain and clut, we got hoes that's all out dangerous

Tape you up leave ya neck with a razor cut

Man I don't get it, you niggaz so different

You niggaz po-pimpin' , gettin' no bitches

When ya hoe won't go tell her go get it

And that's the truth, this is somethin' that a mack would do

I'm tellin you, not askin' you

and if you fuck with my money then I'll have to shoot

Cause I'm rough out here and I'm after loot, nigga



[Hook]



[Money Mike]

Ay, welcome back, we're here at the all pimps, all day, all the time network

I am your host as usual Money motherfuckin' Mike

I saw one of these niggaz with spinner hubcaps, what part of the game is that

Got to get out your car and spin them bitches manually, I mean this is ridiculous



[Hook]
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