8Ball, MJG, Shannon Jones - Straight Cadillac Pimpin' lyrics

I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
I bust two verses, then go into intermission
No way you can revoke my vision
I, don't play I make a ho pay a commission
Baby, come on you know I wrote compositions
That make niggas wish they never
Spoke while they were spittin
I'm so ready I'm bout to
Blow from the tensions
Like surprise you don't even
Know what you gettin
I'm becomin quick can't slow my
Conditions, can't throw my positions
I flow with precision
It's a must a keep it on the low in addition
To all my weapons and mo' ammunition
I'm MJG, and I'm so in attention now
See you tryin to creep me for my dough
Why you trippin
You's a shipwrecked nigga when ya
Boat go a missin'
Jesse Jackson can't help you
With the Hope Coalition

Well, I'm spreading the news
Got nothing to lose got nothing to prove
Its not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
And if ya hating better stop it
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young nigga better listen

If I should die, before I wake
Roll me sum up, make sho I'm straight
Make sho my cup filled up with yac
Make sho my paper come in stacks

I come through like a mack
Truck rumbling streets
Big Boy hit tracks straight crumbling beats
Rock hard like coke in a pot, them fiends
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed
Yeah turn it up and get addicted to it
And have raw music soon as you listen to it
Jump up like a old fat lady at church
Jump back like a uncut thang at work
Mang, hop in and take a
Ride with a pimp nigga
Fire the green up and let
Me shoot the shit witcha
Talk slick till I make a
Chick get the picture
Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
Listen, I'm a Titan on the mic
Original, them weak niggas bite what I write
Oh Lord
We going to get it jumpin like revival
Survival, Straight from my street bible

These verses I must rip, don't slip
Pimp a bitch
Put on your look, best outfit, get rich

This here, get you out of your seat fo sho
Jump up
Get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost

Pay yo collection plate, be straight
Don't hate
Four strippers at the gate, no shake no plate

Don't hate, pay ya weight
Make a pimp pockets straight
VISA, check, cash, any city, any state

Deep Down, in the country, in the hills
Makin deals
No ex-aggeration, it is what it is

Come on, you ain't never heard shit like this
Two pimps spittin game straight
Out the pulpit