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(Eightball)
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Ah yea
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Eightball & MJG in the muthafuckin house
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We came here today to talk to about this thing
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called pimpin
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It has been misunderstood over the years
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so now we have come to set the record straight
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niggas don't do this shit right
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it takes a special kind of nigga
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you know what I'm sayin
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yeah
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It takes a nigga dat hard from the start
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you gotta have heart
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to meet a bitch mack hard down then rip her apart
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it's all in the game, a nigga can't change
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if you don't break a bitch
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then your game is lame man
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see I'm from Tennesee
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wit curls and gold teeth
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so every were I go, bitchs strike up conversations wit me
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about the way I talk, about the way I dress, about
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how my gold teeth look so fresh
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see how I bait a man, seen as a nigga speak
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that deep voice just make a bitch knees weak
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I'm in my cadallic, chillin like a fatmack
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smoking on a fat sac, drinkin' on a pint of yac
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I pick up my car phone, call the freak beat
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It's my nigga baby mama, but sometimes I creap
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that's just the way it is, niggas have to take a chance
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when you ain't around, anybody could be in dat ass
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But I just a young nigga, trying to make a dolla
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and they way I live, to some it's hard to swalla
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see livin' down south ain't what you think it be
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nine times out of ten niggas like me
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pimps
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Ya that's right
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we trying to teach all these lames, you know
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how to do this shit
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cause it's really a hard job
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but them lame niggas
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they make me get so high
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(Chorus)
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I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
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I get so high
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and I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
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(MJG)
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Now let me explain a pimp
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a nigga about the m-o-n-e-y
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see a hoe, break a hoe
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and try to influence the bitch, to a trick the nigga who
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persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
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now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
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surrounded by all these hoes
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that's going and givin me money
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it's funny how a hoe can make you think she wit ya
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when all the time
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she's just another niggas gold digger
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MJG got a bitch for a rich trick
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take care of your business
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bring me the money, ya this shit is thick
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hoe don't violate, bitch I know I taught you better
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take all of cash, grab on his ass
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write dat trick a love letter
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train your woman to break a man
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man meeting another nigga
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just some shit in the game, same-o-same
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to make you pimpin thicker
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slicker the pimpin gets, freaker gets the bitch
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MJG is rich, I'm coe-coe for this tricks
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I pimp
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Ya that's right baby
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I pimp
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so uh, what you need to do is sat dat ass there
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and uh, right about now, I bout to fire up one of these spliffs
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and get so high
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Part 2
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It's all the same G
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trying to school fools, on this P-I-M-P
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lession one
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first you should pull a bitch, fuck her good
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next time tell her no, the next time take her dough
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oh, you better watch your back to man
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cause there's alot of bitchs in the world wit much game
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lession two
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watch dat hoe, don't trust her wit none of yo dough
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never let a bitch know, how you much yo cash flow
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lession three
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if you don't tell dat hoe who is boss
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bitchs like to run shit
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but end up getting smacked in the mouth
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see a real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
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push they head into the wall until you hear dat crackin sound
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drown in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
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some niggas get pussy whipped and fall into them love bugs
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buying hoes this, buying hoes that
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then bragging to your friends
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how you fucked her from back
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never how you took they cash, never how you beat they ass
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never how you pull hoes, fuck them, then dropping fast
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I don't understand your plan at all man
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but you should be around niggas like me
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pimps
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Ya man
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this niggas is a trip, you know what I'm sayin
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but niggas like me, I have to smoke them spliffs
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to get my mind off dat shit, and when I smoke um'
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I get so high
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Wherever there's a hoe
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there's bound to be a pimp
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the pimp supplys his bitchs wit some tricks
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dat they can tempt
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a sucker will spend his money, till he ain't got nothin left
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instead of blamming the bitch, he needs to blame it on himself
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it wouldn't be |