Dude, ho, * with them tricks
Ayy, well alright
Pimpin' at his house
Ha ha ha
To leave the dumb ghetto star child
For the pimpin' it's Earth, Darth, Devonio
Ha ha
Lavish tones, Iconiac dreams
Been pippin' hoes for early teens
Pippin' ain't easy
When you're on the grind
I love my business, work every day
I'm out here hustlin' to get my pay
Bitch, I do this all the time
Suckers be lookin' for matrimonial
All the while you knew the bachelor's phone
She got your wide open
All up in Macy's
She make G's
Toyin' with a sucker's emotion
Yet you never had the notion
That she's a hoe
But that's some * you should've known
Just like when y'all at home
She your bitch
But you can't answer the phone
And why?
It's that other guy
Mr. Pimpin'
The long dicker
The same nigga
That's on the slick Capone stickers
Chrome whip will stimulate a *** drive
If you ain't speakin' on breakin' bread with the bitch
You move along
To the next guy
Or the next sucker
That's hard in his wallet
You can't call it years
The same as slut droid alcoholism
It seem you lost all your rhythm
They used to call you pimp lavish
Now they call you sucker for love
And come at it
Once knew the signs
So pippin' now you're dumb at it
You let her put the game in her favor
Now it's unbalanced
I don't give a *
How many hoes you had in the past
What your bank account look like now
How many hairdos you fundin'
All the jewelry and clothes
How many hoes you had in the past
How many vacations you paid for
And you didn't even go
Yeah
Now re-evaluate the situation
She like to * ballplayers
Like Kobe Bryant and Gary Payton
All across the nation chasin'
Mouth open, eyes wide
Fiendin' for a shot in the face
She's a hoe
Pimps * with them hoes
Do pimps * with them hoes
Do hoes * with them tricks
Do hoes * with them tricks
Do pimps * with them hoes
Do pimps * with them hoes
Do hoes * with them tricks
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, we ain't got blue balls
But I got blue throat
Cause I'll be backed up a game
To kill the * that you wrote
Since our first re-show
We're back to two-show
Niggas be talkin' about
They gleam gleamin'
My niggas be dream-dreamin'
The hoes be team-schemin'
And get the pussy
You be like a fiend greenin'
We gotta get rid of you
Tricks at any cost
Cause true players are
Step to the hoes
And many lost
And when you spoil them
We can't get a penny, boss
Now I gotta work overtime
To get my grits
I gotta scrub the streets
While tricks be laden
With money makers
Suckin' asses
Rubbin' feet
Talkin' about they love
Pippin' and throwin' graphics
Hoes * y'all
With strap-on dicks
You tricks be pillow-biters
And dutch packers
Let every hoe
That have breath praise me
Yeah, the streets of Oakland, California
Raise me
Swear
Cause every player
I know * with hoes
That's head-spinners
They shop at D.B.'s
And B.C.B.G.'s
Folks, they breadwinners
The price of pippin'
Is just goin' up
Like California octane
Oh, now your best niggas
Wanna quit
Cause you can't afford it
Cause you ain't got game
Lavish tones
And cognac tunes
Been pippin' hoes
Since my early teens
A pippin' ain't easy
When you're on the grind
All my bitches work every day
I'm out here hustlin'
And make my way
Bitch, I do this all the time
Two pimps * with them hoes
Two pimps * with them hoes
Two hoes * with them chicks
Two hoes * with them chicks
Two pimps * with them hoes
Two pimps * with them hoes
Two hoes * with them chicks
In real life, in actuality
These hoes is for the salary
Takin' a slow approach to notes
You best believe that when you're fuckin'
You ain't fuckin' for nothin'
You either bought the bits and weed
Or paid a light bill or somethin'
She just hoin' undercover
While you waste the gang
Affinity and time
Tryin' to * her
So the deeper your pockets hit
The deeper her love goes
Her love's gon' be deep with you
Cause you gotta grip it
Love hoes, the money is fun
She just a freak for cum
Starstruck, face and gut
Fifty dollars and ones
Don't * and feed her
If she can't suck a dick
And die just like me
I just see this ghost
To the hood
Fast to the tight stands
And the compact wheels
Let me run my fingers
Through your weave
While you die and deceive
All these trick niggas
That you got up your sleeve
They can't believe game
When they see game displayed
I take a nigga bit
Soon as my game is laid
Yo, bitch chose me
You know the ropes
Nigga, I'm from that old school
Yo, how I like
The way she works
Make that money
All day and night
Don't turn that hoe
Into your wife
Be strong
And pimp her
Till it hurts
Do pips * with them hoes
Do hoes * with them tricks
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Do hoes * with them tricks
Do hoes * with them tricks
Do pips * with them hoes
Do pimps * with them tricks
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.