Subliminal! 
Naw'm talkin' bout 
It's going down! 
Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones) 
Brooke Valentine (Brooke Valentine) 
Naw'm talkin' bout 


My car candy coated, never voted 
At the age seventeen 
To the game I was quoted 
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur 
My neck froze, and fire 
Worth my coat and shoes mink fur 
Y'all niggas ain't no pitbulls, you curred out 
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and 
You ain't what this shit about 
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south 
Chunkin it up for that Texas 
Lettin 'em see them blades chop 


I got a dude he's the flyest in these streets 
Down on the corner got the block full of heat 
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth 
She ain't a hoe all over town 
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo 
But he call me D-girl, cuz I got that oooh 


Damn the fiends start runnin' 
When they hear the D-girl comin' 


Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl that's why they on me 
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends 


I got that ice cream that's what they say 
Got them boys runnin' to they yard for me 
I drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy 
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby (Mama) 
But I keep him satisfied 
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he's down to ride 


Damn the fiends start runnin' 
When they hear the D-girl comin' 


Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl that's why they on me 
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends 


I know you want some of what I can serve 
They keep comin' back 
Cuz my block is so hot 


I make my records for them boys 
With the golds in they mouth 
The thugs on parole with them 
O's in they house 
The niggas with the heart 
In the glassy, glassy soft 
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south 
I'm a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla 
Young girl bout to choose a pimp 
Man ain't no need to stall her 
I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line 
Now young Pimp is goin' 
Platinum with miss Brooke Valentine 


I know what you really want from me 
I know what you really think y'all need 
You already know who I be 
The D-girl betta know this V.P. 


Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl that's why they on me 
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin 
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it 
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be 
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends 

I know you want some 
They keep comin' back 

Dope girl, Dope girl 
(Subliminal!) 
Dope girl, Dope girl 
Dope girl, Dope girl