8Ball, MJG - Pimps in the House lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - Pimps in the House lyrics]
1 to the muthafuckin' 2 to the muthafuckin' 3
The sound of the boom is sweatin'
Ya hard like a mystery could it be
The pimps gon' rule the nation in '93?
And MJG is gonna start a new race
Replace the weak tapes we got
In the first place
And chase that live on cops quick
Out the hood
And beat that ass like a cop would real good
And keep that bud goin'
On like the Flinstones
And shake them bones when you
Feel the nic comin' on
So open the Crown, down a hit and lean back
Look at ya self and see what
I'm sayin' is real fat
Society lives off what the media tells us
And niggas be joinin' up wit' the
Shit that they mail us
See pimpin' ain't dead yet
The pimpin' can pay the rent
And pimpin' is demonstrated by
Those in the government
The money they send you ain't
Shit but nickels and dimes
And you been stuck in the ghetto since 1979
But, it's time to switch it up
Unhook it and fix it up
Change it and rearrange it
Complete it and pick it up
It's a book with hard covers
That's packed with ideas
We rule the future years
Erase the black fears and change the system
Step up and dismiss them
Tricks from the White House
Move in and they move out
Now I'm runnin' thangs
My workers walk wit' a limp
My whole staff is bitches and
All the judges is pimps
If ya weak in the game
Thangs are bound to show
'cuz a pimp gotta stroke
And a wimp can't flow
And I ain't no muthafuckin' fall guy
But I'mma try hard
To let you know this pimpin'
Ain't gone never die mJG pimp tight
Young black nigga, no wife
No children, just hoes
Supplying the muthafuckin' nation wit' a dose
(8Ball: Of what?)
Of what, has been injected and now it's on
The muthafuckin' pimp is in the house
The sound of the boom is sweatin'
Ya hard like a mystery could it be
The pimps gon' rule the nation in '93?
And MJG is gonna start a new race
Replace the weak tapes we got
In the first place
And chase that live on cops quick
Out the hood
And beat that ass like a cop would real good
And keep that bud goin'
On like the Flinstones
And shake them bones when you
Feel the nic comin' on
So open the Crown, down a hit and lean back
Look at ya self and see what
I'm sayin' is real fat
Society lives off what the media tells us
And niggas be joinin' up wit' the
Shit that they mail us
See pimpin' ain't dead yet
The pimpin' can pay the rent
And pimpin' is demonstrated by
Those in the government
The money they send you ain't
Shit but nickels and dimes
And you been stuck in the ghetto since 1979
But, it's time to switch it up
Unhook it and fix it up
Change it and rearrange it
Complete it and pick it up
It's a book with hard covers
That's packed with ideas
We rule the future years
Erase the black fears and change the system
Step up and dismiss them
Tricks from the White House
Move in and they move out
Now I'm runnin' thangs
My workers walk wit' a limp
My whole staff is bitches and
All the judges is pimps
If ya weak in the game
Thangs are bound to show
'cuz a pimp gotta stroke
And a wimp can't flow
And I ain't no muthafuckin' fall guy
But I'mma try hard
To let you know this pimpin'
Ain't gone never die mJG pimp tight
Young black nigga, no wife
No children, just hoes
Supplying the muthafuckin' nation wit' a dose
(8Ball: Of what?)
Of what, has been injected and now it's on
The muthafuckin' pimp is in the house