bitches, they can't stand it Peep up in this game and this thing is so demandin' (Comin' up) I remember when I had to come up just to come down That
Up On A Female Smoothly, In A Gl But Keep That On The D.L. Hughley Lol This Is Los O No Your Money Coming So Slow Guess This Mafuckers A No Show, Oh
t even speak to you, nevermind fucked you Ya' hood sayin' don't come back Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back Dog, how
wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps
is somethin like a disease top down in the Impala, so I can ride in the breeze and where I'm from, niggaz throwin up B's and C's so make a turn the wrong
Money Mike:] Chris and lil Neefy. Wait a minute he just hunched up. He like it. I cant kick em no more [Game:] niggas goin in convolstions. Pimpin... pimpin
, Skeet screw the fuckin song I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without saying free pimp c And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp
listenin to Slick Rick The Ruler, Dana Dane made me more smoother ... hah-HEEEEH! [Verse 3: Bun B] R.I.P. Pimp C Game, let me take 'em down to the South
rappers, I'm a pimp see R.I.P. to Pimp C, Ciroc in my pimp cup Me and Dogg got white boys throwing that shit up So light that shit up, kush rolled, glass
nigga that taught you how to throw up a dubb Dubb-C sippin' a tall can up Back kicking the sand up California time to stand up! [Chrous: The Game] Nigga
our sin that no money can pay So all your good works now are worthless without faith And, only Jesus Christ can truly free Pimp C Even if he get up out
homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun Want some? Come
slide up the street I'm from the LBC and I don't know what y'all done heard about me But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too I'm a real pimp playa from
a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come
everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie (You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C (C) Or in Miami
them o's Ya heard me? My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes Ya heard me? He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better And make a pimp more chedder
Cent}] Man I feel like moneyyyyy! (man I feel like money!) {yeah!} They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?) They come around like honeyyyyyy! (they come around
pimpin pimpin pimpin pimpin [DJ Whoo Kid] Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha hardest bitch in Don Magic wand ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight up pimp