Contract

Song Contract
Artist Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz
Album Crunk Juice

Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah,
Yeah, like
I said this is your boy
Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the ************* ************* till it's drip drop wet
You know what
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my *************
Cashball, you know what
I'm saying, me and
DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what
I'm taking about
Only time a ************* get off is when a ************* run off, you know what
I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master constitution for the prostitution
And let prostitution be the only solution
Please believe it, you understand it, *************, you know my choosing fee *************
It's a lifetime, ************* of ho crime, believe that ho you know what
I'm talking about
Yeah, ************* you know what
I'm talking about
Don coochie hole *************, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the
Don in this *************t ho
You know what
I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee,
Wisconsin you funky ass *************
As I pull up to the club
Jumping out of the
Jag24's still spinning with a dealer*************p tag
Brand NewBright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause
I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the
VIP lineStraight in
I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status,so
I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the
Crystal******* wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These ******* calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy
Suites downtown, room 112, my darlin
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of
Magnum rubbers so we can ************* till the end
Hey *************, sign your name on the dotted line
Cause you belong to meyou belong to me, yeah
Hey ************* sign your name on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Just pulled up at the club
I'm fly than a mutha*************a
Damn, why they staring ho, *************t
I'm the mutha*************a
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to
VIP, my *************z, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The *************, and she a
G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And mutha************* the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed
I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor
I ain't got love for *************z if all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right,
I'm a mutha****** player
So tell me how you want it
You riding?
Get up on it
I ain't ******g with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
Hey ************* sign your name on the dotted line
Cause you belong to me
Hey ************* sign your name on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey *************
Hey ************* get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work *************, it's your boy
Lil JonNever will
I love a *************
Why would
I trust a *************?
Always gonna dog a *************
They only good for sucking *************
Or riding on a ************* *******
Trying to get a ************* stock
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break a ho, down to the ******g floor
You step up,
I'll let you know
It's MOB,
BMEP to the
I to the M
PNo, I'm Southside
Sorry, *************, you better pay me
Old school white
Lac pimpin like
Don JuanWhen
I pull up on the track,
I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like mice for traps
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a ************* and won't save a *************
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a ************* and
I'll pimp a *************
As long as she making me filthy rich
Took a bunch of pills, drinking on my beers
Sitting on a mill, but
I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like
Goldie in the
MackStill
I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words thats coming out my mouth
So I'm flu*************ng money quickly out these *******' bank accounts
After that
I bounceTo another ho, in a totally different cityfor a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?"
I say, "*************, where my dividends?""You always out of town"
I say, "*************, where my dividends?""You probably in the club"
I say, "*************, where my dividends?"
You bout to make me break your neck,
I have to ask your ass again
I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no other way
Even if the ************* pregnant, there's no
Happy Mother's
DayHey ************* sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
Cause you belong to me (you my ************* now)
Hey ************* (hey *************) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)
Get your ass up
If you get out line,
I'm a slap your eye
I'm a slap your eye
I'm a slap your eye
Better have my money you better have my money, *************)
Cause you signed your name on the dotted line
So get off your ass and get on the grind
Get up, get out there and make my mother******g money, right now
Forgot what
I am, *************?
What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the wordinch of the verb
Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit, like the lottery baby
Better believe itplease believe it
Hey, yeahIf it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing
Everyday from mefrom a real mother******g pimp
But ************* that's all
I can seeAny day of the week, when you ******g with me
If you ******g with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that mutha****** money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a mutha*************apimp like me, ho