Bun B, Pimp C, Boosie Badazz - Cake lyrics

Hold up smoke something, bitch
My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout?
Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?
Uncle George was talkin' bout
Hey man, do fries come with that shake?
Hey man, hey man
Do green guys come with them thighs?
Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers
And Run rock rhymes
You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes


I be at it and on it, don’t start no static
I want it when I want it I get it
So get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stopping, no frontin
This certified and official
When I see you lickin your lips
You wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica
You can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin ain’t easy
Man it is if you be me
I see a new one every day
And they think that
Cause they jazzy and they carefree they
Gon' talk me out my pay see, you tight
But see my game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for pussy, that’s alright
I grab the smoke so pass the lighter

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

Mane you know I hit the first night
Get 'em right the first date
But I got a question for yah
Do thighs come with that shake?
You want Pappadeaux seafood
Well you gon have to eat boo
Won't be in my foreign car
You gon' be a porn star
I know what’s going through your head
If I hit 'em right with head
I might get a slice of
Bread for just a minute
I get cash in duffle bags
I don't chase the cat
Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake
Sorry, girl, I gotta go
Like Pimp I’m on that purple dro
Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow
Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down
Zoom zoom, see ya later
I gotta get the paper

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

Shit, now all the trickin'
You should stop it, money been the topic
While she digging in your pockets I
Be pluggin on her socket
All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
Instead of breakin' off a ho
You out here lovin' a bitch
When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe
Real throwed
The type of dick that run a chick
Some shit that she could bill for live for
All off in your billfold to make her happy
She shake you off, i break her off cause she
Bring it back to daddy
Don’t be mad at me, cause your ho done chose
I was out here on the stroll
She got down like she's supposed
I put her on some Vogues
And some flavors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake
And green on the side

Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake