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Pimp C
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I'm A Hustler
作詞：Chad Butler
I stay paid and I like blades
Old school cars and lovin' Maze
I've got hoes, I can show
Gettin' money a, ridin' Rolls
Keep my grind I don't, waste my time
Comin' up, gettin' down for mines
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to grab it, ah
Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin'
I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson
Pimpin' them hoes and put the bitch on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin' on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
I got a yellow-ass ho that'll suck you up
That'll blow in yo' butt ain't scared to fuck
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C
I switched my name to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin' to pull down my fuckin' zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin' life in the fed
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to grab it, ah
See me on the slab, whippin' in the Nav'
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
See me on the slab, whippin' in the Nav'
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
When I was young, all I wanted was a 'Llac
I used to think them niggaz fiends that was blowin' on the weed sack
'Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease
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I used to have, a 25 pistol
But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too bitch
I eat you up I ain't goin' for that ho shit
Them other niggaz playin' games in the streets
You think it's 'bout bein' lame and makin' lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them bitch niggaz
'Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich? But you a bitch
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince bitch and you know that
When we come through splittin' big niggaz hats
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby and I gots to grab it, ah
I'm whippin in the Nav', comin' on the slab
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
I'm whippin' in the Nav', comin' on the slab
You already know I'm cookin' in the lab
Twenty-fo' I'm a country star in a country car
Got a country-ass bitch, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car and grippin' country grain
Sweet Jones bitch, Pimp know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Go out and get that shit
I'm talkin' 'bout doin', a million records independently sold
On yo' bitch ass
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me choppin' on blades, [Incomprehensible]bitch
Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em
Representin' that side, P.A. to B-zay
And ain't no thang to beat a bitch-ass nigga
Ain't no Blood and no Crip, fuck-ass nigga I'm [Incomprehensible]
I told ya, bitch
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