Talking...
[Project Pat]
Hoe I know you got this loot
fuck around make me shoot
up I`m like I`m a rocket
yea I knock it when I hit them boots
make that pussy wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
take me off the weight of fame
Im`a let you run ya game
but if it don`t profit us that`ll bring a pimp to shame
swang a fist bout a her eye
kiss my dick never good-bye
fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
I`m the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you`s a freaky muthafucka
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for
Chorus (2x):
You don`t never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
I`ll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don`t trip don`t trip)
Im`a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)
[Verse 2]
I`m bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick`ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army`ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face Im`a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I`m loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday I`m cussing you
bitch I`m never trusting you thats because I`m smart hoe
other niggas give ya cheese they ain`t got no heart though
hoe I`m gonna start yo ass with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in hearse
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me
Chorus (2x)
[Verse 3]
Peter pipper beat the bitch
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her pussy hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn`t meet her quarter
so I walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
bitch done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck niggas hate this shit
catch`em going quack quack
try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
but it ain`t gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap`n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that`ll make me kill ya`ll
muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something
You don`t never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)
