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PIMP C : Gitcha Mind Right lyrics

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PIMP C lyrics : "Gitcha Mind Right"

(feat. Cory Mo)


Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp [x4]

[Pimp C: over Hook]
Uhhh... Tony Snow knalmtalkinbout? Tony Snow (*##$!
Young Pimp, Young Pimp! Sweet Jones! Yes it is, it's goin down!

Uh! Huh! Dedicated to Fat Pat, Lil' Daddy knalmtalkinbout?
Big Dog and Biz... Baby Looney

[Pimp C: singing]
I'm so throwed in the game
Gettin my paper, takin over they brains

The drank over the ice is so cold
Pulled up to the light and light my diner, strike a pose
These ^!$$%z in this game they wanna stop the Pimp

Don't wanna see me comin up and flyin like a blimp
I think they feel like I'ma threat
But I'ma old school mother$#&@in vet

So getcha mind right!

[Hook: Pimp C]

Uh! Pimp C, Sir James
Y'all can't fade this country thang
^!$$% in "The Source" tried to hate on me

but (*##$ I got the whole South ridin wit' me (ridin' wit me!)
Ask this ^!$$% Jeezy, (*##$ I'm the truth (I'm the truth!)
Me and Short Dog go and smoke in the coupe

I'm talkin 'bout Too $hort not that fake ^!$$% (uh!)
The rap game full of all you fake ^!$$%z (fake ^!$$%z!)
^!$$% in ya booty gettin raped ^!$$%

if you ever take a trip upstate ^!$$% (state ^!$$%!)
I don't wanna see them ^!$$%z in the city
His gal head was good but her #[email protected] was %#@!ty (#[email protected] was %#@!ty!)

That's right ^!$$%, I flipped ya (*##$ (flipped ya (*##$!)
She a three-way freak, every hoe take a dick
Sent her on a mission, go hit that lick

Ya dick is so weak and my game is so slick


[Cory Mo:]
Yeah, uh.. getcha mind right ^!$$%, act like y'know

Cory Mo pimpin that pen with Tony Snow
Once again in the lab with a pen and a pad
I'm been payin my dues since early '94

Me and Mike, Moe both got a wall full of plaques (plaques!)
Ten car garage and it's all full of 'llacs ('llacs!)
Front to the back, Seville to the fleet

Can't miss me (*##$, keep a ear to the street (huh!)
Gotta trunk full of beef for you hoe $$# ^!$$%z (hoe $$# ^!$$%z!)
I'm eleven steps ahead of you slow $$# ^!$$%z (slow $$# ^!$$%z!)

Gotcha gal on my team and she kiss my pinky ring
Everytime I tell her to, "^!$$%, who the hell is you?"
I'ma underground king with a hell of a slang

Pimpin and pampering women with a hell of a game
I'm tellin ya man, I'm making some incredible change
So getcha mind right hoe, stay the hell outta my lane hoe

(get the hell outta my lane hoe!)

[Hook: x1/2]

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