Pimp C Album

Awwww yeah... back in the lab once again... with my nigga Pimp C... you know Pimp we showed the world what it mean to unite... with the Free Pimp C movement.... and all the soliders that represented... we appreciate ya... to my nigga Bun B that lead the ship... you showed em what keepin it real is all about....

and mamma.. yeah i said mamma...
your son is home out of the slave master system and we about to act real bad and make a bunch of money...

yo Pimp we been waitin on this one for a looong time... and since the pimp is free give us some of that ghetto dope procces in Port Aurthor... Texas

Huh, it's goin? down, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Hold up, yeah, dedicated to everybody
That's been a part of the struggle
Know what I?m sayin??

Hold up, everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man, if ya people locked up you need to stay down wit'cha folks
This commentary is very necessary, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Young Pimp out here representing for y'all, hold up

I'm back on the slab, back on the block
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I stepped out the door
I thought I had enough but James Toney gimme some more

And the same damn day I went to the Bentley lot
Off the show room floor, I copped and splurged, that thang was hot
But I bet all you busters already knew that
'Cause I was all on the internet, gettin? my shine back

Making rhymes stack, pimpin? with my mic
Everybody want a piece just 'cause Sweet Jones is what they like
They like the pimp shit, take a trip, if I like it a pimp get
Back floor, laid flow, UGK is back, oh, oh

Free, I'm free
Now, I got the whole world screaming, "Free Pimp C"
I'm free, I'm free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me

It was Free Pimp C, but now see, the pimp free
Old school gave me that before I left that CT
Terrell check my bezzle on this platinum Jacob watch
They locked up my body but my mind never stopped

'Cause I was plottin? and plannin? and schemin? everyday
Gettin? ready for my release so I can steal the game away
From all these clone type niggaz, tryna sound like Pimp C
He's okay but he's not me

By a long shot ?cause 'bout tryna instill to me
Them boys might run BET but trick, we run the streets
It's me and Bun B, that's for life, we the trill
When ya see a pimp shinin?, trick, tell me, how ya feel?

Free, I'm free
Then they got the word that they freed Pimp C
I'm free, free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me

I did 4 years tops, never hit PC
Did my time in Population with the real ol'e G's
I seen a whole lot of pain, men doin? they bids
Most of them just prayin? and who tryna get home to they kids

Wasn't nothin? like Oz, a bunch of iron and bars
Bunch of player hatin? snitches, talkin? to the guards
And a whole penitentiary bein? ran by broads
Some of 'em kept it one hundred, most of them was frauds

Seen a whole lotta chumps, hard men and hustlers
Some big time dealers, kidnappers and busters
Pimps and playas, I seen some kill with they hands
But I still don't believe the pen is no place for no man

Free
But I still don't believe the pen is no place for no man
Free
Know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Then they got the word that they freed Pimp C

I'm free
Modern day slaves is down here
Know what I?m sayin??
I'm free
Even life after life, they ain't stoppin? me

Yeah, dedicated to everybody ain't gon' never make it up out there
Know what I?m sayin??
To everybody doin' life, keep y'all head up
Don't get fed up, uh

Do yo' time, don't let yo' time do you, Young Pimp
Picture me rollin?, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
Like 'Pac told 'em when he came home
Jumped in the five hundred

I'm free

(feat. Lil' Keke & P.O.P)

Another Myke Diesel production... {*horn sound*}

[Hook]
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
Knockin, knockin doors down, showin parts of rhyme
I'ma, I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin, knockin doors down

[Pimp C]
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. to Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
I'm down with Lil' Flip and I'm down with T.I.P.
If them niggaz come together know how much paper we could see?
Slim Thug and Z-Ro, y'all s'til bullshittin
Need to sit down, take a tour, there's too much money to be get (money to be get)
Paul Wall and that Koopa s'til ain't talkin (uh!)
Money speak, all that bullshit keep walkin (uh!)
Y'all niggaz got the game fucked up (up!)
All you record company people need to shut the FUCK UP! (shut the fuck up!)
'Cause y'all keepin up that bullshit rappin (uh!)
The white people laughin at 'em, that's was happ'nin (that's was happ'nin)
The same stupid ass niggaz s'til ain't figured it out
Long as they stay divided, man we gon' run the South! (uh!)
Y'all need to get up out the dumb shit (out the dumb shit!)
I got a bread truck, get up out that crumb shit nigga!

[Hook]

[P.O.P]
Hey, I got the bass poking, trunk shakin like tambourines (tambourines)

In the H, where them paints sweet as tangerines (tangerines)
Where they bouncin on 4's like trampolines
It's the great state of Texas so I can't believe (what?)
all the conflict and plex that we carryin
It's time to get rid of the beef like vegetarians
I'm 'bout stackin bank, everyday
so I pay attention to the vets and I ain't talkin 'bout a Chevrolet (no)
Keke the Don, Pimp C a king
Lil' J, the owner of the squad, H-Town we the team
It ain't no "I" in that, you tryin that ya be fatigued (yup!)
But if we man up and press we could lead the league
We some All-Stars, the roster is sick man
I ain't gotta start, P.O.P'll be the sixth man (sixth man)
Rap-A-Lot's a Southern empire for the assist man
Three, two, one swish ANNHH!!!

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
S.U.C... you see the slab outside, it look good don't it?
Masterpiece, dripped out with the 4's on it
Trunk air tight, speakers and them show lights
Holdin! Cops around, nigga get ya shit tight!
Lemme tell ya the meaning of coming through
When the seats off cream and the candy is dark blue (dark blue)
Approachin downtown, knockin doors down
Tint eleven slabs in a single file line
Flossin, swervin, the rims is glistening
They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing
I sleep on dreams 'cause it's paper I'm chasing
My roots come from Texas, this Pimpalation
The barre is tasty, the Benz is spacey
I gotta show my class so these haters can face me
Ridin up the Boulevard, crushin the sidewalk
Showin my chagrin while I'm knockin the doors off

[Hook]

(feat. Bun B, Scarface, Willie D)

[Intro: Pimp C]
Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two bitch! (bitch!)
It's goin down (goin down!).. know what I'm talkin 'bout!? (talkin' bout!?)
Sweet Jones! (Jones!) It's goin down! Hold up...

[Pimp C]
They wanna rob like us, wanna talk like us (us!)
Pussy ass niggaz wanna bark like us (us!)
Suckin hoes' pussy that I used to fuck with
In ya mind, you a bitch, you really wanna suck my dick (you a bitch!)
I'm puttin fresh coke on the corner (uh!)
Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna (uh!)
I-10, I'ma win if I make it back (uh!)
Gotta tell you shit slow, through the anti-wet (anti-wet!)
The laws colder than an icicle (icicle)
Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle
Uh! My pie rest game is legit
Microwave, I'm the shit, rippin business from 36 (36!)
You wanna know how I did that?
Get my blow from Mexico, that's where the scammer at (scammer at!)
I'm talkin 'bout that flaky, flaky
'Cause you ain't gon' win the life, hittin strippers like the dykes get

[Chorus: Pimp C]
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce, 'cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces, I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack, bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga, some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)

[Scarface]
I started small time dope game, you know the tale
Tennis balls, flipped to 7 ounces on the steel
Open pot full of yellow bag of razors and resumes
Nigga standing at the door with AK's and Desert's
Stash spot for the glass, I was pushin the tinted
Low hats, college shirts on, lookin to get it
Hit a small town, get a room close to the block
Hit the scene and shoot that bitch up and wait for the cops
When it cool, put my work out, issue the passion
Shoot that motherfucker up again when niggaz get back
These motherfuckers got a death wish, fuckin with "AK"

Playin games like it ain't no consequences of that
Yeah I said it and I meant it, I got brave for a rep
Playin cool, put my bait out and just wait for the cat
Bloodline, purified, I'm so gangsterous with it
Can't a motherfucker out here breathe and tell you no different, bitches

[Chorus]

[Willie D]
Here it is, motherfucker, let the champagne hold
K-si-si pimpin, Willie D in the do'
It's a free world, gon' hustle, get yo' scrill
You can do what you wanna do, just not 'round here
'Cause this is, my hood, my block, my street
You wanna sell a cool cup? You gotta go through me
If the po' po's jam you up, I ain'st to talk
I'm the cat with the H-Town, gangster walk
Baby want me 'cause she saw me in that Chinchilla coat
I'ma fuck her in the mouth, let the nut in her throat
Before buddy get out of line, I'ma get him fo' sho'
But it's gon' be about my respect, not over no hoe
Let my work come up missin, you gon' kick it with dead men
'Cause bitch I'ma beat yo' head in
I been paid, been makin fast bucks
Nigga you work with Whitney, shut yo' broke ass up!

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
I'm in the project, parkin on the Westside of town (town)
In the kitchen tryna cook myself up a couple of pounds (pounds)
With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and B-12 (twelve)
Try to whip me up a 5 piece my muthafuckin self! (self!)
The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open
Niggaz peekin through the blinds, (for what?) incase somebody scoping
Rag tied around my face, (why?) the fumes real strong
And I'ma be over the stove 'cause it's all night long
O.G. rock bone done been out on the scene (scene)
A cocaine cowboy just like Will-Lean (Will-Lean)
My reputation is stronger than rat piss
Legendary for the lyrics and my muthafuckin wrist (huh!)
The brokedown seven, brought back fifteen
That was still so strong, (and what?) it killed ten fiends
That's a mean whip game (game), if ever there was
But it ain't nothin 'cause a trill nigga do what it does with more bounce

[Chorus]

(feat. Bun B & Mike Jones)

[Pimp C]
Smoke somethin, bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Young Pimp.. know what we doin? (Texas!)

[Hook: Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
I'm smokin out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it {*screwed*}

[Pimp C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, 'cause I'ma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggaz shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me 'cause she want a winner
I mix her whole head up like a blender, hoe need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snatch the white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, I play wit' what I knows
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match and they on the floor wit' my candy 'Lac

[Hook]

[Mike Jones]
Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see where the deserts swang
Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on

Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left and right then I turn up the bang
I'ma say it for those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!

[Hook]

[Bun B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some like it white but I'ma go to green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later
Down wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater
Insult, I can't roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggaz to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load, you can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...

[Hook]

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the best
This here Jazze Fizzle, produc shizzle
Pimp C, Jody Breeze

If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl, I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar

Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe

Yeah, hey, uh oh there he go, look who slid through the door
It's ya dog Jody Breeze, I'm the shit on the low
Y'all niggaz make me sick, spendin' chips on a hoe
On the grind, tryna get it, I shit on a hoe

Off top, let 'em know, I'ma mack, I'ma pro
Matter fact, lemme hit it from the back later on
Baby, gon' bend it over, tune it up let me see
I ain't from Houston hoe, but I'm still a pimp, see?

All I drink is Hennessey, all I smoke is stickery
Hoes wanna get with me, but they ain't get shit for free
I'ma playa, you can tell, ATL where I live
I ain't with the kissin', hoes, Jazze Fizzle let 'em know

If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl, I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar

Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe

Y'all niggaz wanna lay, I wanna play in a bitch mind
If she playin' her Daddy, I will knock out her spine
I'm out here on the grind, 24/7 I'm gettin' it
I'ma let them tricks eat it up, I ain't trippin' bitch

Bitch, bend over, let 'em see it girl
Hoes in the club, like '96 showin' niggaz love
I used to be off in the Chi-C in Atlanta
Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama

I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks
The real live boys opening the pussy stores
I got respect for the flat backers
Black, yellow or crackers, keep ya Daddy ridin'
'Cause I'ma Cadillacer

If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar

Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe

Oh, he Tela in the change, I put the 'G' in the game
Put the 'P' in the pimp, brought back the blue to the flame
Break a bitch like a trig, write out some magical shit
And while I feel more slim, that ain't my starter bitch

Drop the top on the Rolls and roll under the sun
Throw my finger in the air like, kid', hoe I'm the one
Got my gators and suits, multiple colors like fruit
Pimp aroma on my breath, Tropicana and goose

To the roots of pianos, see my moves she can't handle
H.B.O., nigga hoe break up overtime Soprano
Diamonds up against panels of wood, it's all good
Lean back, candy 'llac gettin' head on my hood

If y'all niggaz want the honey, yeah
But I just want the money, young chump change
Just fifties and them hundreds, girl I know you want me I'ma
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada
Gotcha koochie by the collar

Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well, I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch, I fucked the fear out that hoe

Ladies and gentlemen, Fizzle, oh, yeah
You have now been entertained
And you are now a part of the Pimpalation
You undersmell? Uh
There's a whole lot of devices that make this thing roll

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, Jazze Fizzle, Sho' Nuff Records
Pimp C, U.G.K. Records, Wood Wheel Records
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout!?

Rap-A-Lot mafia's behind this one, yeah
Wassup J? Large mackin' and sasquatch pimpin'
Y'all know what it is
Wassup Bun B? Wassup International Red? Oh boy

(feat. Vicious & Smoke D)

[Pimp C:]
Yeah, E. Vicious y'knalmtalkinbout?
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow
All you ole bitch ass niggaz on that ole goofy section of the newspaper
Knalmtalkinbout? (Mr. Magoo ass niggaz)
All that ole comedy shit, that ole fantasy island shit, knalmtalkinbout?
(Bugs Bunny ass niggaz) Say man, missed me with that bullshit
knalmtalkinbout?
Hold up...

[Hook (Pimp C):]
Round here runnin ya mouth (runnin ya mouth)
Fuck around and hit that nerve, I put a gun in ya mouth (BLAH)
Ya dead... and can't believe how you lied on me (uh)
But you'se a simp so I'ma let it slide homey (uh)
It's outta control, the game is cold
Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a hoe, a hoe (nigga's a hoe)
Just ain't keepin it true, wonderin why I don't fuck wit'chu

[Pimp C:]
Uh, talkin that big dick shit
You a hoe, I said it (I said it), what chu gon' do about it bitch? (bitch!)
Uh, talkin to the laws (laws)
No balls just sugar in ya drawers (drawers)
If you don't like me, kill me (uh)
I'm only dyin one time, nigga feel me (uh)
Cowards die a thousand deaths
Born to die but you can't take away my rep (my rep, my rep)
And I ain't goin no time soon
Gotta broad on the plane, pussy full of balloons
Ain't nothin happenin on some bamboo monkey shit (uh)
Keep my name outcha mouth, nigga you counterfeit (uh)

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I walk around this motherfucker, trippin on these weak niggaz
Pullin all this hoe shit, callin themselves street niggaz
Talkin down, wishing the worse and straight hating on me
Praying that I fall off, bitches keep waitin on it
I ain't got no friends, niggaz take it how ya hear it
Where was y'all for the bid? I did five fuckin years!
While the chill turned to lab dap, after all that I took back
Never go broke again, bitch I know how to cook crack
Learned to stack a dollar, hold the power in a black Impala
Try to swerve and hit the curb and watch the crackers follow
Bitch nigga got my name in his mouth
We go pistols when we pissed, that's how we play in the South (play in the South)

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Bitch I'ma triple O.G., superhood grown, heavyweight (heavyweight)
I'm no magician but my magic tricks will make you levitate
Round of applause for the plastic pieces
Right now the clip up in nickels in solemn night releases
Aye, aye.. no joking or playin, I'm sayin we sprayin for real
Straight out the gate, no hesitation bitch I'm bustin my steel
The shit is helter-skelter
And you gon' need Jesus Christ, a gimmick, plus a fall-out shelter
We cast wet toiletries upon bitch ass snakes
For cheesecakes, the dirty rats gon' put ya tongue on a plate
Diarrhea mouth niggaz, 1-800-IMA-TELL
Fuck around wit'em, you gon' be dead or in jail (jail)

[Hook]

[Pimp C:]
Say this Young Pimp y'knalmtalkinbout?
Say Mike Dean, go and draft some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout?
Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggaz!
Hold up... [echoes]

[Slim Thug:]
Smoke somethin, bitch! [starts laughing]

Hold up
Smoke some, bitch

I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp

I'm still trill, working the wheel, it's pimpin' at it's finest
We playas of the year, you other simps is behind us
Still sideline hustlin', got 'em for the chief
Only nigga in '06 hittin' licks off this beat

Phones get ya fucked off, so no need for conversations
Just hit me when ya get up to that corner gas station
Keep a candy blue 'llac, pop the trunk on the chrome
Had the state ridin' dirty 'til the Pimp came home

Now it's on, get ready for that Texas takeover
We got the whole world sipping on them purple sodas
Saying, man, hold up, up and screaming, what it do?
Showing off the diamond grills, swangin'
Bangin' on the screw, bangin' on the screw

I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp

I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp

Uh, Pimp C, I ain't never made love, some of my friends sell drugs
I got some bitches with some cock good as gold
'Cause good hot pussy is to be throwed and sold
See me, I'm stackin' my paper, grippin' my wood
Diamonds up again, just like it should

Me and Young Thug, up in yo' hood, pimpin' a hoe like a trill nigga could
'Cause everyday is a holiday, poppin' tags on a collar day, collar day
Girls want this hot dollar cum, wanna suck my dick, wanna swallow Mae

Everything is everything, when I think to fuck with my pinky ring
Sipping on a colt purple thing, candy red drop sittin' on swang
I whip the 'llac like a whip a bird, used to drink and then hit the herb
Cars swerve but don't hit the curb, got kids in the 'burb, sipping on syrup

I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp

I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp
I'm trill working the wheel, oh, you can get a bizzerd
I'm choking on that doja, sweet and sipping on that sizzerp

My nigga pimp off lock, off that lot in a Bentley
That's how that Texas represent, blowin' ?dro behind tint
But still ain't let this money change us, still keep a set of swangers
On a drop in the garage, with a trunk full of papers

Fit this poppin' room with hash pots, shining like stars
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my car
Bustin' down a cigar, fillin' it up with the green
Fire it up, couplet on the money, cup for the lean

Slim Thug 'bout to fan 'em, fan 'em, fuckin' niggaz' heads up
Hoe didn't know us country niggaz had our bread up
Everyday I eat too many shrimp, every city that I go to
Bitches love a pimp
Now the shit gon' stop, we got this game by the nuts
Puttin' pistols to these niggaz and puttin' dick in these hoes' cunts

Been around the world, then I went to the pen
Fought, fled, came back, I finger fucked my enemies again
Bitch niggaz get some nuts, bitch niggaz, say my name
We ain't got no time to be guessin' and playin' those pussy ass games
Pussy ass games, you pussy niggaz must be smokin' that krush
Take that monkey record off, you embarrassing us

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's goin' down in the South
Young Slim Thug and Young Pimp C, already
Puttin' it up in these bitch ass niggaz' faces
And we had the money down here, bitch ass nigga
U.G.K. Records and Boss Hogg Outlawz
It's goin' down, huh

I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin' for the Georgia, bitch
It wasn't nuttin' when I saw ya bitch
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit

Everythang I say is the truth
I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just 'cause you sell pussy don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it, I can see it in yo' eyes

Www dot, wonder why I'm quickly gettin' exposed
Breakin' tricks for they money like a female is supposed
I'm not in Neptune on some space age shit
All my diamonds got paper, Emmitt keeping me legit

When the welfare was over, I be sellin' cocaine
I'm out in Las Vegas, takin' over bitches' brains
Tony Snow don't sniff no blow
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggaz is hoes and all women ain't bitches

And your reach? Keep the heat near
Games, I don't play, I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me nigga? Open up ya ears
If you movin' too fast, slow down and switch gears

P.A. somethin', ya life give ya nothin'
The streets ain't pokin', you can get shot bluffin'
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
Get rich quick, let pimpin' do the blame

Midnight blue with the peanut butter ducts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my realer, rollin' big like Shaq

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

I'ma pimp, sellin' hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over, slap the dick on the back
They call me Young Jay, G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this application, you'll change ya job

I gotta order motherfuckin' rappers, teachers, preachers and athletes
All make a personal visit or to the backstreet
I even gotta hoe, play away
With one rule, till ya gray, nigga stay away

See I'm the reason why ya letcha girl stay at the house
And beat her up 'cause my name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all up on my ring

I keep a Cadillac and I select a few in my car
If you don't own one, then you ain't got shit in ya garage
I go hard, you motherfuckas ain't breakin' a hoe
You just flyin' bitches in, showcasing a hoe

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the bent
These hoes jockin' me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe like Bobby Brown & Whitney

(feat. Lil' Boosie, Webbie)

[Webbie:]
Like that, like that
Bounce ya ass like that, like that
Bounce that ass like that, like that
Bend over, let me see it from the back

[Hook: Webbie]
Like Beyoncé, like Trina (bounce that ass like that)
Like a big booty ass black diva (bounce that like ass that)
Like a stripper, up and down like Flipper (bounce that ass like that)
Bend over, let me see it from the back

[Webbie:]
Double shots of Hennessy, let it get you groovy
Gone work yo' ass, do ya thang, I'ma do me
I done switched to doja and the swisher, got a room key
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie
Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be
I'ma squeeze all on you booty, all nasty
Done made 18, girl I'm legal, you can harass me
Cash and a Beamer, I can't seem to find a bad beat
A big fat ass like Trina make me happy
Titties shake, thighs shake, vibrate while she dancing
Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy
Wonder can Ciara shake that ass on this nine piece
Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy
Ain't ready for the real, betcha she be lettin Will have it
You see me I'm picky, I rate that ass
I gotta ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass

[Hook x2]

[Pimp C:]
I sent my bitch to Las Vegas, go and hit that lick (hit that lick)
I'm still tryna put some dick up in Vanity 6
Apollonia too (too), you know I'll bust you up (bust you up)
I want some three-way love, head, pussy, and butt
Ain't no shame in my game, I need a porno star
Lemme hit ya in ya ass and play it back in my car (back in my car)
I'm talkin Gin and Pepper, I know that she feelin me
Take dick like a champ like a bitch named Kennedy
All it takes for me, bone, neck, and lay in they house
I know you real pimp niggaz, they know what I'm talkin about
Tell that girl Keyshia Cole she need to give me some pussy
She "shoulda cheated" with Sweet Jones 'cause that nigga's a rookie
'Fore I sweep through ya pussy like ya need a ?
Bitch thought Sweet Jones just might hit her
I told her like this, she can swallow this skeeter
Now hoe move around 'cause I really didn't need her

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Boosie:]
I want a face like Beyoncé, a smile like Ashanti
Boosie and Paris Hilton, a caramel sundae
Bust it back, wide open, lemme see yo' inside
And lick yo' tongue at me (ooohhh!), that make my temperature rise
Lookin for Teairra Mari, I can "make you feel good"
Ciara can get it too, Olivia I'm feelin you
I need lips like Fantasia, put me to sleep
Talk nasty like Trina (ooohhh!), I need me a freek
I like to lay back, fuck bitches with two or three Georgia Peaches
They argue before they eat it, like Puffy they need Jesus
Like to smoke a purple blunt while you play with that cock
And while I knock off yo' top, I want Lil' Webbie to watch
Yo gon' let Webbie see my candy, yeah? Girl that's how we play that there
Eve? I better not see yo' tail nowhere
'Cause I'ma talk that koochie out the drawers (say what!?)
You want me to be Santa Clause, you gon' have to break it off like...

[Hook x2]

(feat. Mannie Fresh, Webbie & Suga)

Chorus:
(Mannie Fresh)
if you wanna get ahead baby,
stick to the plan, if you wanna get ahead baby, cheat on yo man,
if you wanna get ahead baby,
stick to the plan, if you wanna get ahead, hey, i'll show you

(Pimp C)
Verse 1:
i aint really tryin to break you and yo nigga up, i'm just tryin to get paid and put some dick up in yo butt, im glad you got a man you can givin me drama, you could be his maid and yet pimp his momma, ive seen ya on Fandrin, grippin in a Honda, i was in a big toy goin to a conference, i still put it on the edge like John Vito, choppin blaze on da edge lik dat boy C-Note, you can choose or get down with some true shit, or snooze and loose instead of out there payin' due's, bitch, and nigga need to take you to exotic, gold hollow in it cuz girl your wrist lookin' solid, cluster-rings aint what its about, but he got twenty-thousand dollors worth of diamonds in his mouth, his truck on 24's, in yo car ridin daddy, if you're breakin' fo his safe then bring dat shit over to Jazze,

Chorus

(Suga)
Verse 2:

now i dont really care what you talkin about, unless you're talkin bout me, put a cat in your mouth, im sick of you niggas thinkin yo ass is hot, when you livin off ya broad thinkin is all ya got, so bitch get a trick wit a wedding rang, keep it 100, his ass will get ya everythang, but dont change at the crib, stay the same way, gave it to him like yo ass bey'once, stacked in snacks, until ya next nigga upgrade, stay paid, and keep away from the bitch maid, make sure you never let a good man down, keep him up, keep it up and he'll stay around, so when ya out wit ya man and and he roll up, turn to him, twink dat eye and twick dat ass up, so when ya out wit ya man and and he roll up, turn to him, wink dat eye and twick dat ass up,

Chorus

3rd Verse:
(Mannie Fresh)
love ain't nothin but a four letter word, got your girl doin tricks and a thunder bird, cart-wheel, how the deal, lyin dead on the thang, and she so turned on by this big-ass rang, still make alotta money with the medeocher skillz, push a old school chevy with some big-ass wheels, if you know better, show better, give her the winner, your man aint nothin but a luxury dinner, ya be fucked up, and ya rent ain't paid, all ya bills behind, and ya sex life dead, ya dude so straight, you a big-ass dream, pack ya shit young lady and be a part of my team, what you know about slidin on barre with flows, i can fix from the hair, to the nails, to the toes, we can get together, sit together, kick it and shit, thats alll you gotta do is let a real nigga hit,

Chorus: (Repeat 4x)

...

(feat. Big Mike)

[Intro: Pimp C]
Huh... had to bring it back for the muthafuckin 2006
It's goin down bitch! (fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs)
Y'all remember that shit? (remember that shit?) Talkin 'bout?
(Just another young playa havin thangs man...)
Check this shit out... uh!

[Pimp C:]
It's really goin down in the God damn South
Young girls poppin pussy with them golds in their mouth
Young boys comin up, layin it down in the cut
Never fallin in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (strut!)
Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (horns!)
Sippin on somethin sweet, blowing green popcorn (corn!)
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end my nigga
The underdog, young hog, fuck the pen my nigga!
But this a waste of bodies (bodies!), a waste of time (time!)
A waste of spirits you amateur, and a waste of mind (mind!)
You ain't really tough 'cause you been dying little fool
Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool
I rather grip off grain (grain!), get head in the lane (lane!)
You can have them hoes' bodies, I'm possessing they brains (possessing they
brains!)
Comin up on 'em in a wide body frame
Hoe can't even pronounce the name, I'm out here havin thangs!

[Chorus x2]
Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs (swangin thangs)
Just another young playa having thangs man... (out here havin thangs)

[Big Mike:]
(Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!)
From CD sales to jail cells
From diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line
From walkin that fine line uhh, to 12 jurors decidin mine
From bein free, to bein confined
From bein loved, to bein despised, many times I cried
For not allowin that bullshit to slide
It was a pill that I couldn't swallow – loaded the strap with the hollows
After takin to the head a whole bottle
I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences
'Til I served damn near 4 years behind the fences
All my folk were like, "Big Mike, you trippin"
"Get it together," if I could I woulda done somethin different
Uh! From G-walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them caliper pagers
Day after day, sweatin 'em out in them cages
Patiently waiting on the day when I can.. get back at it
Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gotsta have it

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Jagged Edge, Big Zak, Ali & Gipp)

"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"Yeah girl, you know what it is" (whoa!)
"You know what it is (whoa!), you know what it is" (whoa!) [x2]

[Jazze Pha:]
Ladies and Gentlemen!
You are now tuned into the best!
Uh! It's Jazze Fizzle! The return of Sweet Jones!
Hey! Pimp C! Yeah!
UGK baby.. Gipp & Ali.. Big Zak!
Fizzle, Fizzle! Sho' Nuff! Sing it Jagged!

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I know you gotta man at home (at home)
Don't go and do nothin crazy
You ain't gotta make a move
Baby, let me put this on your mind!
I know you gotta man at home (at home!)
But think about this here for later (later!)
You ain't gotta make a move
Baby, let me put this on your mind!
Let me put this, let me put this
Let me put this on your mind!

[Pimp C:]
Uh.. Sweet Jones.. Uh! Get down girl, just like Pharrell sizzaid
"Cheat on ya man ma, that's how you get ahizzhead"
I ain't tryna lock ya down and take ya time (take ya time)
I'm just tryna put this dick off in ya mind (mind)
Go hit ya spine like a Viking supposed to
Keep ya nigga in ya life or let a young nigga mold you
We stayin prayed of paper, the ammunition for the devil
Getting our blessings, goin to that other level (level)
Bet these niggaz can't get it, can't see
Can't touch it, can't read, 'cause them niggaz ain't me
And girl I don't dream, everythang come true
These hoes tryna choose me, but bitch I'm tryna fuck wit'chu
(I'm tryna fuck wit'chu!)

[Chorus]

[Big Zak:]
She gotta nigga at home? Of course you do
'Cause if ya didn't, I'd think somethin was wrong wit'chu
I can't see a nigga splitting up, divorcing you
You hot like cayenne, proportion you
Now image is everythang, time is money
Let me beat right quick and skeet on yo' tummy
Chill up a shot of Patron, roll a blunt of the kush
I'm kinda old school, still like hair on the puss
Now he's yo' provider, pays the bills
And me? I provide dick hard as steel
For my last birthday she arranged a ménage
And graduated from the drive-way to the garage
Hah!

[Chorus]

[Ali:]
Yeah, it's ya boy Ali Jones, rock on! Yeah...
Now you can catch me sippin somethin with a cork in a bottle
Smokin bad on that purp or the fourth with a model
I don't party much, when I do I blow through it
I confess, I talk about it more than I do it (ooohhhwwweee!)
I'm the vacation type, white ostrich Bugatti
On the beach with a young Chevy Belle Afonte
No P.O., no court, no glock
Bought these mainly, fresh purr, no socks

[Gipp:]
Gipp rollin in a candy Jeep G-50
On the weekend it's the LS 460
Overseas, steering wheel on the right side
and you wouldn't believe that that's a seven forty-five
Where you goin? What it is? What's ya name?
ESP jeans and hardly true religion on her man (hey!)
Tryna fill corners, make some more chips
Drive a few whips, old school chrome lips
Flown through the park, dippin downtown
Four-door Cruiser with the top break down (down!)
Floors and the walls all oak on the private coach
And we all gon' let it burn on the "Love Boat"

[Chorus: w/ variations]

[Jazze Pha:]
Pimp C, UGK for life man!
That's my nigga right there!
Fo' shizzle, dizzle! Back on the streets, Daddy!
The Pimpalation man! Right here, live in person man!
Fenzel Washington, it's Pimpin in Motion man!
P.I.M.... you undersmell that?
Yeah, we doin it real big man!
Jazze Pha, Pimp C, Jagged Edge, Big Zak, Gipp & Ali
Whoa boy! Masterly coordinated!
Ooowwwhhheee!!

[Chorus]

(feat. Chamillionaire, Trae)

[Hook: Pimp C]
Everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
Every-everybody rapping like they ballin and they rich
I see 'em in the streets, I ain't believing they shit
If they diamonds ain't shinin and they rollin K steel
While I'm grippin on the grain, sippin lean, and poppin pills
Every...

[Pimp C: over Hook]
Check one two, one two, bitch!
I see your lips quivering but I don't hear nothing!
Knalmtalkinbout!?
Man these niggaz is Mr. Magoo man
Uh!!!

[Pimp C:]
Everybody wanna be on some "Superfly" shit (shit!)
But I'm the closest thang to Priest that you gon' see bitch!
I'ma pretty yellow nigga, keep my finger on the trigger (trigger!)
Y'all know the scope, Polo FUCK HILFIGER! (fuck Hilfiger!)
I see you niggaz on the slab, ya jewelry lookin funny (uh!)
Y'all ain't seeing no rap or no +Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money!)
I be in the streets lettin my nuts hang (hang!)
Boys wanna 'bang bang', nigga it ain't no main thang (main thang!)
Coward niggaz makin death threats (death threats!)
I leave ya pussy and ya chest wet (wet!)
I ride around in P.A. one deep in a Bentley (uh!)
Bitch if you 'bout it, come and fuck with me (fuck with me!)
But bitch you better bring an arsenal (uh!)
Because if you miss me you ain't gon' make it to the hospital! (bitch!)
And if ya hit me, they gon' kill ya family
Pussy nigga ain't gon' win, bitch do you overstand me?

[Hook]

[Trae:]
Everybody actin like they ballin in this bitch
Until a nigga get up outta the drop and simply fallin on that Benz
83's, I'ma swang a swanger, with ice the price of a house
And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest, look at this 30 in my mouth
You in the presence of a playa, keep yo' cool 'cause I might go off
When I hop out, suicide roaring Gators, fuckin yo' toes off
And I walk with a attitude like, "Fuck them niggaz, they can't see me"
I guess they love to ride my dick 'cause they watchin me like I'm TV
While these niggaz out here rapping and capping 'bout what they got
or be the reason they get punched in the mouth and ran off the block
I ain't gotta say I'm ballin, bitch you see it on my wrist
Grippin grain, VVS on my fist and these haters pissed
They ice don't even shine like the watch that I got
Then again they never seen the size of the rocks that I got
Now getcha mind right, nigga you a simp
Real recognize trill, so I'm fuckin with the Piiimmmppp!!!

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire:]
I ain't believing that... knalmtalkinbout, let's handle business baby!
Yeah... grippin on the grain (you know what it is!)
Geyeah!!

You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you, ya jewelry sho' actin funny
Get it appraised for less than me when I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!
Better not think ya thinkin of ballin 'cause ya showed up at Johnny
Wrappin them hundreds on top of ones like it's a whole bunch of money
My golds white and sunny, you equivalent with "it depends"
Whether or not you knows the seventy thousand dollar difference
Fix ya lens, getcha spend, ya game been up and still pretend
that ya spend, dividends, don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz
You talkin 'bout they slang and even got no thang
Niggaz be talkin 'bout they swang and even got no swangs
Spent my broad, leave a complaint, I ain't gon' charge her to the game
Tellin that hoe to release a Visa, then I'ma charge her for a ring
Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'llac, that's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact
And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track
So he grabbed the deck and then he added that
Them boys was frontin like they had the stacks
So my nigga told me that they had the Jag
I picked the phone up and I handled that
That's multi-jewelry, let 'em have it back
[Hook: repeat 'til fade]

(feat. Tanya Herron, Z-Ro)

[Pimp C (Tanya Herron):]
Huh!! (I miss yooouuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy)
Dedicated to everybody that lost somebody knalmtalkinbout? (I miss yoouuu)
Knalmsayin… (I miss yooouuuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy, I miss yooouuu)
Gotta give 'em they flowers while they living knalmsayin
'Cause ain't nothin promised, one day you here, the next day you gone
For real....

[Pimp C:]
Uhh! A lotta shit done changed, dope man since you been gone
I did a whole lotta good, I did a lotta wrong
I made a whole lotta change, I wrote a lotta songs
Sometimes I felt weak, most times I stood up strong
Yeah I got three kids now, Natasha had a son
We ain't together no more, I guess we was just too young
to even try to start a family in the first place
But I get happy every time I look into his face
Ever since you went away, man it's been hard for me
Didn't know 'til you died, how much you meant to me
All the time and the patience you put into me
You showed me how to be the man that I was meant to be
Taught me how to play music and 'bout the melody
And to this day, I remember what you was tellin me
You told me, "Son, most of this rap shit is just noise"
"But if you put some music in it, you'll get rich boy"
That's why I stay up in the studio, up all night
I fuck with live musicians to get the groove right
Yeah I'ma rap star now, yeah you could say that
'Cause now my walls is filled with gold and grey plaques
Doin shows and videos and makin big stacks
But if it would bring you back.. I would trade all that
I wanna thank ya for everything that you did for me
I'm on my knees praying to God that you hearing me

[Chorus: Tanya Herron]
(Oooohhh yeeaahhh) I miss yooouuu, I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy
I miss yooouuu (you know that I miss, I'm missing you)
I miss yooouuu (ooohhhh), I'm talkin to you baaabbbyyy
I miss yooouuu {*harmonizing*}

[Pimp C:]
I know you watch me up there and it's gettin hard for me
When you get a chance, put a good word into the Lord for me
I been got caught up, got sent to the pen
I let ya down, I'm in a place I know you never thought you see me in
But all these things is happening for a reason
I guess God saved my life and put me up to see another season
And all my so-called friends don't even write to me
They don't go check on my momma, don't send no price to me
I'm tryna raise my kids from a penitentiary
Stayin on my knees, praying they don't grow up to be like me
Do you remember when my parents thing ain't worked out?
You let me and my momma come live in yo' house
Knowin already you had too many people livin wit'cha
You always treated me special, I never could forget cha
Cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner everyday
You wiped my tears away, tried to explain why my life had to be this way
Always gave me the real, you never bullshit me
I wish I woulda said thank you when you was here with me
My uncle miss ya and I know you know his heart is blue
But he ain't the only one 'cause Annie I miss you too

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro:]
A house is not a house if ain't nobody livin in it
Tell me why black life isn't life unless there's prison in it
General population of super cell, or Johnny or some Jack Man
Powdered coffee, peppermint, peach cool offs, but a paint I wish I had that
And even more than my freedom, I wish I had somethin else
I would give back everything I've accomplished 'fore this one thang and nothin else
I ain't talkin about a relationship 'cause broads bring too much drama (drama)
I'd even pass the chance to be a millionaire if I could hug and kiss my momma (momma)
I remember like it was yesterday, although I was six years old
"Momma what's wrong, wake up, wake up! Why yo' forehead hot and yo' hands so cold?"
"Who all these people up in our room? Auntie tell 'em put my momma down!"
I didn't understand what was goin on, but it felt wrong 'cause so many people came around
I didn't have to go to school that day (that day), and everybody was buyin me shit (buyin me shit)
Tellin me everythang was alright but they was sad and cryin and shit
Ain't that a bitch? My momma ain't never came back, I wish I could hug and kiss her
Even though Auntie and Grandma Dorothy raised me right, I still miss her

[Chorus: 'til fade]

[No lyrics]