(feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free)
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[Kat Williams]
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Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly
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Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike
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Please do not get the game crossed up
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In order for you not to get tossed up
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Whether or not you are flossed up
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It is necessary in every pimp's life
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To get bossed
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[Suga Free - Verse 1]
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Hey, Suga Free
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Why Roxy jockin'
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Probably cause she don't want you to know she got
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Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy
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She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
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And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back
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One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin'
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Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
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Bossed up like it was nothin'
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I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why
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But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause I'm too fly
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[Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams]
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Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
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Because that's what the pimpin's there for
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She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
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Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
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[Verse 2]
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Can you believe this?
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First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about
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I would've told, "Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!"
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You know you love her up
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Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified
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Man, all that bullshit should cover up
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Holy Nickelodeon...
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You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian...
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But that's what they get for love and shit
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Sincerly yours, Suga Free
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And thank you for nothin'
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
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Sippin' on that good bombay
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Rating these rat chicken traps all day
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Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay
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Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle
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[Baby Bash - Verse 3]
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What's really, though
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I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope
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Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?)
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But you don't hear me, though
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Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
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She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
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And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
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And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex
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We keep it A.O.B.
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All on, baby
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Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy
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You trick harder than the NBA
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And got mad when your weeds got send my way
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Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth
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And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else
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Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem
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If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream
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And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks
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Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks
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[Repeat Chorus Twice]
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[Suga Free] I better boss up
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[Chingo Bling] Vieja
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Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
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Jalepeno on the side
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[Suga Free] I better boss up
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[Chingo Bling] You look
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You don't know me
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Until you blow me
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Suck it!
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[Suga Free] I better boss up
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[Chingo Bling] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas
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For his dog to lick
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[Suga Free] I better boss up
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[Chingo Bling] Hey, Bash
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Call Fred Wreck
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Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey
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[Verse 4]
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I once put a chick in a guillotine choke
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Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough
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And this ain't no studio shit
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How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch
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And I just call 'em how I see 'em
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From A.M. to the P.M.
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It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m
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I spit caps
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I spit caps
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And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq
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[Repeat Chorus Four Times]
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That's What Tha Pimpin's There For
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Baby Bash |