| Straight pimpin' | |
| Check, fuck all that pimp shit | |
| Whatchu say bitch? | |
| Ha ha nigga know what you do? | |
| You let my nuts go, ya heard me? | |
| You let my nuts go, ha ha ha ha | |
| Oh you Chyna | |
| White huh? | |
| It's a new breed of bitches out here baby | |
| Haha, we do it live ya heard me? | |
| Ha haI got somethin' for yo' ass | |
| Yeah baby, it's all game | |
| I got that old game but | |
| I don't need | |
| ViagraSpit a few lines in no time | |
| I'll have ya | |
| If I don't | |
| I find a new bitch | |
| And if you tryin' to get back it's useless | |
| I can't do shit unless you pay me | |
| I been breakin' in hoes since the 80's | |
| Ain't nuttin' changed it's still a pimp thang | |
| And if you ain't wit it you must be insane | |
| Yeah you might talk like a pimp, walk with a limp | |
| But look you 'bout old as the game | |
| Short dawg shit is all in your name | |
| And fuck dick 'cause it all be the same | |
| Shit I be the one to get in your brain | |
| To make you know you ain't shit | |
| You got a | |
| Benz, I got a | |
| Jag, so what? | |
| You got hoes, | |
| I got niggaz to cut | |
| And I treat 'em like prostitutes and sluts | |
| Take it from | |
| Chyna, niggaz ain't shit but dick and nuts | |
| Yeah baby | |
| I always respect the game | |
| That's why bitches always let me hit that thang | |
| I hit it good, | |
| I hardly ever keep in touch | |
| Top notches, it's hard to believe | |
| I fuckBut | |
| I did it every time | |
| I see her | |
| I get itI know you heard short dawg got digits | |
| Don't forget it, | |
| I'm all about the pimp shit | |
| I ain't no sucker with a limp dick | |
| Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick | |
| Ninth ward bitches always get they cunt licked | |
| You know the game, if you get a hoe it's probably from the fame | |
| Ugly niggaz pretty bitches you know the aim | |
| I got niggaz with my name tatted on they chest | |
| And I don't give a fuck about another bitch 'cuz | |
| I'm the best | |
| Picture Chyna long mink in a stretch | |
| Back to back with a | |
| Lex, lettin' off tecs, ya heard me? | |
| It ain't the same, shit done changed | |
| New Orleans bitches live against the grain | |
| Oakland niggaz we be off the chain | |
| Chyna White and | |
| Too Short play the game, whatchu say? | |
| It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby | |
| What what game recognize game baby | |
| What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby | |
| Chyna White and | |
| Too Sheezy off the chain baby, ya heard? | |
| I been spittin' this game since about 2:40 | |
| It's a quarter to 3, whatchu gon' do shorty? | |
| Choose on a player or roll with a square | |
| I'm tryin' to holla at you, fuck them hoes over there | |
| I wish I could get you outside in my truck | |
| Put my hang between your legs maybe then | |
| I'll fuckYou know whassup, | |
| I'ma see you next time | |
| Droppin' sex lines, so | |
| I can fuck one time | |
| Nigga how many times you done seen the mack? | |
| How many times you gon' think with your sac | |
| Then talk with your genitals? | |
| I run with strictly criminals | |
| Top notch bitches, in drop top sixes | |
| I'm from New | |
| Orleans, where bitches put shit in your greens | |
| Bury your drawers, shatter your dreams, make you stop eatin' | |
| Cabbage and beans, dolla dolla what them know 'bout the cream | |
| And fuck the worl 'cause it ain't what it seems ya heard? | |
| It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby | |
| New Orleans bitches live against the grain baby | |
| Oakland niggaz baby off the chain baby | |
| Chyna White and | |
| Too Short play the game baby | |
| It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby | |
| What what game recognize game baby | |
| What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby | |
| Chyna White and | |
| Too Sheezy off the chain baby | |
| You know us | |
| Oakland niggaz still pimp to this day | |
| Still wear perms with big old waves | |
| Three or four hoes in a mini-van | |
| Ridin' round tryin' to get all | |
| I canWhen you see the mack you see my town | |
| If hoes get money we'll be around | |
| Talkin' that punk bitch out her chips | |
| Please believe me, don't doubt the shit | |
| I'm still pimpin, let it ride |