Like A Pimp (feat. Juicy J & DJ Paul)

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
 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)
 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
 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
 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)
 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
 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!)
 Hold up, hold up