(feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free)

[Kat Williams]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly
Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Mother$#&@in' Mike
Please do not get the game crossed up

In order for you not to get tossed up
Whether or not you are flossed up
It is necessary in every pimp's life

To get bossed

[Suga Free - Verse 1]

Hey, Suga Free
Why Roxy jockin'
Probably cause she don't want you to know she got

Caught watching a parrot $#&@ a carrot off some of that oxy
She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back

One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin'
Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
Bossed up like it was nothin'

I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why
But yet, the pimpin' in that !@^%, she loves it, cause I'm too fly


[Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams]
Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for

She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for


[Verse 2]
Can you believe this?
First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about

I would've told, "(*##$, you wouldn't told a ^!$$% %#@!!"
You know you love her up
Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified

Man, all that bull%#@! should cover up
Holy Nickelodeon...
You wouldn't believe that this (*##$ used to be a $#&@in' historian...

But that's what they get for love and %#@!
Sincerly yours, Suga Free
And thank you for nothin'


[Repeat Chorus Twice]


[Pre-Verse: Baby Bash]
Sippin' on that good bombay
Rating these rat chicken traps all day

Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay
Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle


[Baby Bash - Verse 3]
What's really, though
I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope

Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?)
But you don't hear me, though
Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent

She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
And beat the %#@!, out of buff ^!$$%s, fakin' a flex

We keep it A.O.B.
All on, baby
Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy

You trick harder than the NBA
And got mad when your weeds got send my way
Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth

And wonderin', why she still $#&@in' everyone else
Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem
If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream

And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks
Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks


[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Suga Free] I better boss up

[Chingo Bling] Vieja
Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
Jalepeno on the side
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] You look

You don't know me
Until you blow me
Suck it!
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas

For his dog to lick
[Suga Free] I better boss up
[Chingo Bling] Hey, Bash
Call Fred Wreck
Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey


[Verse 4]
I once put a chick in a guillotine choke
Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough
And this ain't no studio %#@!

How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful (*##$
And I just call 'em how I see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m
I spit caps
I spit caps

And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq

[Repeat Chorus Four Times]