Esham - All Pro lyrics

I got much love for the
Gangsters and the thugs
And all my little pretty
Bitches giving me hugs
Make it do what it do then I did what it does
The stereo was bumping, playing Was Not Was
But, I'm ready for the world
But this ain't "Oh Sheila"
I stumble to my whip 'cause
Was drunk off the tequila
Man you don't want to see
Us getting dough like pizzerias
If that's the case
I got to burn your ass like gonorrhea
Be a man, take a stand, take your losses
Ain't the plan
I'm connected with the bosses all
Across this fucking land
Grand slam, not the breakfast
A iced-out necklace
And get your head chopped off
In Detroit for being reckless
Like what they done to me
These niggas hungry
Only fashion you'll see is
Dickies or some Dungarees
Maybe army fatigues 'cause my
City's under siege
By the CIA, the FBI and crooked police

I rock shows, I get hoes
Selling out my logo, I'm all pro
I rock shows, I get hoes
Selling out my logo, I'm all pro