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PIMP C FEAT 8-BALL & MJG lyrics : "Bobby & Whitney"

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia, (*##$ (Georgia, (*##$!)

It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya (*##$ (saw ya (*##$!)
She knew that I was on some millionaire %#@!
Everythang I say is the truth (is the truth!)

I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just cause you sell #~!!@ don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it, I can see it in yo' eyes

WWW dot, "Wonder why I'm quickly gettin exposed"
Breakin tricks for they money like a female is supposed ('posed!)
I'm out in Neptune, on some Space Age %#@!

All my diamonds got paper, Emmitt keeping me legit ('git!)
When the welfare was over, I be sellin cocaine ('caine!)
I'm out in Las Vegas, takin over (*##$es' brains (brains!)

Tony Snow don't sniff no blow (sniff no blow!)
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow (love me a crow!)


[Hook: Pimp C] - repeat 2X
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I pull out the Bent'

These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down ho! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney


[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches

Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some ^!$$%s is hoes and all women ain't (*##$es
And your reach? Keep the heat near

Games, I don't play , I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me ^!$$%? Open up ya ears
If you movin too fast, slow down and switch gears

P.A. somethin, ya life give ya nothin
The streets ain't pokin, you can get shot bluffin
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain

Get rich quick, let pimpin do the blame
Midnight blue with the peanut butter guts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk

Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my rillo, rollin big like Shaq


[Hook] - repeat 2X

[Verse 3: MJG]

I'mma pimp, sellin hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over, slap the dick on the back
They call me M (Jayyy!!!) G, I'm the man in charge

If you read this application, you'll change ya job
I gotta order mother$#&@in rappers, teachers, preachers, and athletes
All make a personal visit or to the backstreets

I even gotta ho, play away
With one rule, 'til ya gray, ^!$$% stay away
See I'm the reason why ya letcha girl stay at the house

And beat her up cause my name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all my royal marines

I keep a Cadillac and I select a few in my car
If you don't own one, then you ain't got %#@! in ya garage
I go hard, you mother$#&@as ain't breakin a ho

You just flyin (*##$es in, showcasing a ho

[Hook] - repeat 2X

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