Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Shit, artist - Mac Mall. Album song Illegal Business?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Young Black Brotha
Song language: English
Pimp Shit |
When I first glanced at ya, I knew I had to have ya Fly chassis with a sassy manner |
She hold herself in a high standard |
And hella suckers in the hood ain’t never ran in her |
Young tender, thoroughbred, born winner |
I know you’re busy, but you need to holler at your nigga |
I won’t scare you away with fast talk and game |
I wanna know if I can have you, but I start with your name |
Who you with? |
you say that you ain’t got no mayn? |
I’m tryin to tell you, girl, I let you star on my team |
A play-maker, make a player slow his pace up The type of face a brother wanna see when he wake up She work hard nine to five, sometimes longer |
Goes to school at night, you see, she got big goals |
And I don’t wanna bring you down, I just wanna come along |
Make you moan, make a home, a place that we can both grow old |
See, let this truth be told, I’m tryin to leave that fast life alone |
To find a woman of my own, so we can get together and build |
A foundation that’s real and everyday I make you feel like a mill' |
You got me wide open |
But you ain’t even knowin |
You ain’t knowin that I’m wide open |
You got me goin and it’s showin |
That I want you |
You ain’t feelin me |
I’m caught up indeed |
You got me slippin and I’m trippin |
Off the things you do You think I’m runnin drag, but I ain’t even mad |
I bet you all my cash I be the realest that you had |
I wanna treat you lav', but you can’t see that half |
I’m tryin to keep you smilin if you just give me a chance |
At times you make me laugh, you got me wide open |
You think it’s all a front, swear you ain’t even knowin |
If I was runnin drama on ya |
I woulda bend in the wind, baby, hittin corners |
Instead I’m standin right beside you like you know I’m 'posed to Keepin composure, while most fools be in your face just tryin to get over |
I see you know my style, me and my mob is wild |
I hear your friends say I’m not trustworthy |
But if you wait a while I shut that madness down |
Proove to you once and for all that I’m deservin |
Of your heart, your mind, your soul, your body, your time |
If it’s cool, boo, then give me a sign |
Now I ain’t tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p |
Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me |
I say ain’t tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p |
Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me See I been waitin all my life |
To find someone like you |
And now that it’s finally you and me There’s no time to lose |
You’re on my mind seven days a week |
No matter what they say |
Cause even though your style is wild |
I like the way you do your thing |
Baby, I’m wide open, too |
I’m lovin me somethin new |