(feat. DJ Paul, Juicy J)



[Scratching: "Like a pimp"]



[Bun B]

Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan

And I'm bringing this paper faster than

These other lil bastards can

So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke

And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance

This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards

No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers

Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers

But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play

See we makes a bitch pay

Like a bitch weigh

And then a bitch stay

Wouldn't sit still

Fuck how this shit feel

This ain't studio pimping

This shit real pimping



[Chorus #1: Pimp C]

I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)

And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop)

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)



[Bun B]

To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal

Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel

I close the deal from the front door

Fuck me right and suck me tight

And you just might hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby

But don't be acting all saditty with class baby

You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you

So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser



[Pimp C]

Sweet Jones, gripping grain

With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain

And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wood wheel

Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel

If you want to go to war I'll take you to war

I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car



[Chorus #2: Pimp C]

I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)

And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)

I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)

And the game that I got don't stop (don't stop)

I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)

And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)

And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)

And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)

Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front)

I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt)

And everyday young boys that's paid (that's paid)

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades)



[Juicy J]

I'm always trying to put in work

Niggaz wanna do my dirt

Balling down on Beale Street

Sipping on a pint of syrup

Chopping up the chronic weed

Picking all the fucking seeds

Trying to slow my roll

In my trunk I got them fucking keys

Always riding Chevy things

Shining on them twanky things

Kids I'm a role model

Police I'm a dope man

Can't forget to check my traps

Got me cheese a player slap

People say that pimping dead

Never has it left my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown

Red eyes with a frown

Niggaz with them gold teeth

Fast talking on the town

Some of us are under cover

Make your baby mama love us

Knot in my right pocket

Left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch

Stuffed shirt plastic glock

Back pocket Chevy keys

Ready for the brain wash

I'mma go pimp a bitch

I'mma like wicked witch

Always got to watch your friends

Backstabbers cause a snitch



[DJ Paul]

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind

The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends

You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes

Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck

Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper

Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world

Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop

I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch

I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys

On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese

Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking

And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)



[Chorus #2]



[Pimp C]

Hold up, hold up