| Say Steve, I still can’t believe you graduated man, haha
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| Man, shut up
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| Glad we outta school, man, look at these stupid ass broads
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| I’m bout to get my pimp thang on started
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| You know I got so many hoes man I gotta get an assistant pimp just to keep
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| track of 'em, you know
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| Make sure they on the right streets and shit
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| Hey Skippy, why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man?
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| What’s happening?
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| 'Cause it’s real man, I’m a pimp
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| New day, new bitch, so it’s new money
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| High tech in the Cove 'cause I’m blue, honey
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| Old clip in my shit homie, ooh well they
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| Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin'
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| I be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin'
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| Breakin' bitches on the brands like it ain’t nothin'
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| Take them back to the Biggs', get to straight fuckin'
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| She better pay attention nigga, this some real shit
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| She used to fuckin' with them lames, I’m a real pimp
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| Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch
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| Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta
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| Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita
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| Went from poor bitches to those them leather seats
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| Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV
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| Live the life of a real nigga
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| If you ain’t got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha?
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| Yeah we ain’t dealin' witchu man
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| Ain’t nothin' you can do that we can’t do
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| We just do it a little better, playa
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| Get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan
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| I’m like a young Mack Dre, no Captain Kirk, wholesale
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| Man ain’t no time for love, we gotta get fly
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| Man bitches up the bar that got me doin' crime
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| Violated parole and we ain’t done nothin' wrong
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| Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I’m from
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| Got the room at the La Quinta
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| I ain’t even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch
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| And then I sent her, put my shit on the map
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| Ex-con with a million-dollar plan
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| Breakin hoes in e’ery city I done ran through
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| My operation making cash and they done made a
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| Task for my ass, tryna trail but I move too fast
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| My boy’s tryin to work it, got me over the border
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| Cane straight to Seattle, London drugs imported
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| All these player haters broke us but we got a room
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| At the La Quinta with some hoes and we goin' up
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| Bitch you don’t know what’s goin on
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| (She ain’t know what’s goin on)
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| She don’t know what I’m gon' do |