I'm still Pimp C, bitch
So what the fuck is up?
Puttin' powder on the street
'Cause I got big fuckin' nuts
Comin' back from Lou-siana in a Fleetwood 'Lac
Out to serve them niggas some shit
To put they feet on they back.
Got the pounds from befo'
'Cause you know I jus' paid dues;
Nigga bought 30 from me, so I front him 42.
He gon' profit 700 times 62
24-8 is what I do, so, nigga, fuck what you do
If I tol' you cocaine numbers,
You would think I was lyin'
Young-ass niggas 22 is talkin' 'bout they retirin'
In the game, ain't a thang
Comin' foreign with Benz
Rich-ass home, 2 apartments where I entertain friends
Mo' bounce to the ounce,
'Cause the Bull Room the shit
I done got me 58 ounces
I done burdened this bitch.
Tighten' up, no slack, bitch
Checkin' my stock
Got some ??? City niggas
Some I go rock-fuh-rock.
Jus' got back from California
Kicked it wit B-Legit
Put me down with purple chronic
And that hurricane shit
In the studio with Ton,
Man, I wish I could stay
I got ta holla at Master P 'cause we got money to make.
It went greater from the South stack Gs, man
Like ballas gotta stack big cheese, man.
Bitch, say you want a show?
You got nine grand?
I ain't rappin' shit, until my money in my hand.
South Texas, muthafucka, that's where I stay.
Gettin' money from yo' bitches, every goddamn day.
Big paper I'm foldin';
Hoes is on my muthafuckin' jock for all this dick that I be holdin'
I hate clone me and show it,
Especially them fools that take our style
And act like my niggas don't know it.
Kick it with the trill niggas,
So, you best not trip...
If you keep on poppin' shit,
My niggas empty a clip, ho-ass nigga.
