| Ay yeah, what’s happening mommy? |
| How you doing baby?
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| Oh you looking kinda good and everything, I see you with them stilettos on baby
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| Ay check this out, you ain’t got time to talk to me?
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| Ay let me put the bug in your ear baby
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| Why don’t you turning them floor shoes into some ho shoes, ya dig?
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| Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royal Highness
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| You know what baby? |
| I can do a whole lot of thangs for you
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| Guess why, 'cause I’m a motherfucking pimp
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe
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| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| I-In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe
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| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you
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| The good man in me say, «Get money and stay on the path»
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| But the pimp shit in me say, «Yo, keep looking for ass»
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| But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold
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| A little city in water, when you shake it, it snow
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| I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes |
| Better wait 'til you grown, when he love you, you’ll know
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| Everybody’s got a dream, a hopeful wish to own a six times two
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| Cylinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick
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| Revenge to get, against — who I don’t know
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| Someone who said you won’t blow, you won’t eat, you won’t cake
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| They mistake blaming me for they failures, I’m fresh, getting tailored
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| Single breasted, a lint brush is senseless, some pimp shit
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| A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years
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| Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him
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| Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, 'cause he still with her
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| She’ll take his cash and give it to some other real nigga…
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe
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| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| I-In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe
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| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you
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| Ay pimping been going on man for eons and eons man since the beginning of time
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| You know me, the only thing I need to do is get on the grind, and get mine |
| So the only thing I gotta tell you man is you know
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| Do what you gotta do man
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| Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back
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| I heard 'em say the NBA’s a bunch of million-dollar slaves
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| A portea wasn’t real back in the days, the point I make is
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| Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly takings
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| Let’s just say more than collectively all of his players
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| That’s business, not really pimp shit
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| Maybe a tid-bit similar to when we rappers make big hits
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| And not own the masters, that’s the deal
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| By the way, Poitier helps all the Denzels excel
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| He kept it more than real, but Hollywood can turn a girl out
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| I knew a girl 'bout, 5'9″, so fine, she could for sure grind
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| She was sleek, chic, with a classic mouth
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| Movie directors always fucked her on the casting couch
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| She came out with a blockbuster, can’t knock a hustler
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| She not a hooker, she focused, a hopeless soul on a lonely road
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| I showed her all my stones and gold
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| I said «Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga»
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe |
| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| I-In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
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| (Like me…) Hustling and grinding babe
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| (I be…) Staying on that paper chase
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| In this life there’s pimps and hoes
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| Tell me which one are you, you |