(feat. Kurupt, Rappin' 4-Tay)



[Intro]

When you make the Kool-Aid

You put your own amount of sugar in it

Sweet, sweet love to your taste

To your own specifications

Now tell Kool-Aid, how much you want

How much can you flaunt (Tell em' bitch)

One scoop or two (Yeah)

Sweet, sweet love

When your rolling down the street (Errr!)

On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want

(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it

Sweet, sweet love

And she says I want it all

And you know it's Kool-Aid in her tank

And your fixing to ride the stripes away

To sweet, sweet love

Take that thong off (Take it off)

And let me touch your thighs (Touch the pussy)

While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road

While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love

To your specifications, to your gratifications

Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac

Your pleasure is mine

Like when a whore goes out to whore

And bring you back all the money

That's sweet, sweet love

Don't try it and even put some stricknyne in this Kool-Aid

This ain't no Jim Jones thing

This is just sweet, sweet, love



[Daz Dillinger]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

I met her back in the day

Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed

It was sort of like a masquerade

Fake suede boots and Cadillac coupes swoop the boulevard (Err!)

In hot pursuit and we ain't afraid to shoot

From hotel to motel, for the highest clientele

You and you, I give a fuck how the pussy smell

Heads to tails, the bitch bail with limp

With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip

C-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in

Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims

Anything I want my bitch gon' go out and get it

Hustle round and swear that a real pimp is his business

Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall

If a bitch wanna do it she gon' fuck em' all

Dog, dog what up, Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin'

Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back

It's like that



[Hook]

Everyone wanna know how a pimp can do his thing

Ridin' sly, gettin' high

Bitches on the corner sellin' pussy tonight HEY!

Everyone wanna know how a pimp can do his thing

Ridin' sly, gettin' high

Got plenty of my bitches sellin' pussy tonight HEY!



[Rappin' 4-Tay]

Tapped in with this baller I met, pushin' the Vette

He moved to California said he ain't got searched yet

Ah, she gon' blow ya socks off

And peal them rocks off

Bring em' home to daddy, so saddy

Pimp in the Caddy

Keep my hand on the gun

Cause they got me on the run

Menage trois in the telly

Anaconda all in the belly

She gon' serve four tricks

And suck some more dick

Homie this a bad bitch

Better than average

King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti

Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body

P-I-M-P, young G's, O.G.s



[JT the Bigga Figga]

Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs nigga

Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust

Playa discussion, "Kuruption" just like Kurupt

Fifty toes on the corner, block hatin' is irrelevant

They sellin' it, motherfucker are inhalin' this

Here pimpin'



[Hook]

Me and my homies we pimp the same ho

Pimp the same ho, ridin' through slow

Blaze through third and first and do what ya do

I done, done I done, done

Pull up and wrap the shotgun

They know me Gotti, she know we pimpin' and never slippin'

I pimp hoes on the side, side

Side, ride, slide provide applied

Upped the supplied supply

Swats, I gave it my own try

Improvise, be saddled up pimpin' hoes worldwide

Smack the bitch, smack the bitch

Take the bitch money, money

That's my grip the bitch get

Shakin' that lil' limp skinny ass body the bitch got

Turnin' the Gotti on the cock

And make the bitch hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes

Now a days fallin' crawlin' ah bitch come on

Bitches reconsile, ball and gobble and gargle

And swallow and her name was Tina

Where's the bitch

Known through the hood by the way she blow dicks

Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp

Pimp on pimp, pimp



[Hook]