Pimp On
[Z-Ro:]
Time & time again, I try to cope with bein' poor
But then I had to say fair what do I feel, so now I'm kickin' in your door
My daughter needs pampers & milk & my mind is confused on how we gon' survive
So when you see me strapped it lookin' with a bad one
You lookin' at the face of a desperate man I'm bringin' the pain out with my 45
But then I fuck around & slip on my ski mask, ready to blast, ready to blast
Then I come through the door with a muthafuckin' .44
I want the Rolex watches & cash
And you can call the laws, I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screamin' & officers down
Because it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'm a have out town 'fore they put my ass in the ground.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be movin' marijuana.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Better watch your back when it get me mad.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Everything in front of me's up for grabs.
[Z-Ro:]
Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle got to be wonderin' around in the streets
Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets on a solo creep, nothin' but a thug
Should've drove to them hoes, never wanted hoes
Got to keep my mind on my money 'cause I got a dream
While pullin' up on the scene, jumpin' out of paper land
Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans
Got a crease & it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby & maybe
I be creamin' the fuckin' the music & deep got to hit the week
Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free
Not the H.P.D. even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it
Got to be true to the game, never new to the game
A nigga did 2 & a half of the game & I show no shame
Creepin' your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your change
Got a set of pumps & a nigga fool come through & hit from the back
Were you thinkin' you a G when you fuckin' that hoe
But I'm leavin' your frame & for chest
Matter of fact I'm ready for the money like a bombs, so I said it be runnin' out that chrome
Niggas be comin' to the serve when I slam
But they better be ready to find them another way home
When it should've got dark for the money
Got to take a nigga life in the hustle
Wonderin' brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlines
I don't want to do no god damn fed times.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be movin' marijuana.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Better watch your back when it get me mad.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Everything in front of me's up for grabs.
[Z-Ro:]
Could it be the worst nightmare, hopin' to God
A muthafucker where a nigga don't fight fare
Stickin' & movin' & bobbin' & weavin'
I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right there
Sellin' my drugs & my gorilla thugs, man it don't stop 'til a nigga get paid
All in my homes what I'm about, tryin' to move an album funky like Dre
But I'm everyday, thinkin' about my rent & my phone bill
And my light bill & my water bill & I can't spill & my people peel
Every other muthafuckin' day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbin'
I gotta get the diamonds in the grill & the creases
And the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep poppin' me but ain't stoppin' me
And everyday 'cause a nigga be knockin' me, but I'm a plant this on a nigga
Even nigga want to try me, fuck around & need me here I be
Nigga where's your Ridgemont I.D. have a muthafucker hollerin' out why me
And it's plain to see me losin' the game, my life end
Like a nigga been dyin' faster, feelin' the pain
I'm a pistol packin' Christian
Livin' the life of a hustler really don't get a...
[Chorus:] [x2]
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
When a nigga be movin' marijuana.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Better watch your back when it get me mad.
Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.
Everything in front of me's up for grabs.
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