Nas - Like Me lyrics

Ay yeah
What's happening mommy? How you doing baby?
Oh you looking kinda good and everything
I see you with them stilettos on baby
Ay check this out
You ain't got time to talk to me?
Ay let me put the bug in your ear baby
Why don't you turning them floor
Shoes into some ho shoes, ya dig?
Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest
Your Royal Highness
You know what baby? I can do a
Whole lot of thangs for you
Guess why, 'cause I'm a motherfucking pimp

(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase
IIn this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase


In this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you

The good man in me say
"Get money and stay on the path"
But the pimp shit in me say, "Yo
Keep looking for ass"
But my daughter gave me a gift
Something to hold
A little city in water, when you shake it
It snow i told her never let a sucker
Nigga take off her clothes
Better wait 'til you grown, when he love you
You'll know everybody's got a dream
A hopeful wish to own a six times two
Cylinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick
Revenge to get, against - who I don't know
Someone who said you won't
Blow, you won't eat, you won't cake
They mistake blaming me for
They failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored
Single breasted, a lint brush is senseless
Some pimp shit a woman hates a man and stays
With him for many years
Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him
Now lame is how the ghetto judge him
'cause he still with her
She'll take his cash and give it
To some other real nigga

(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase
IIn this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase
In this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you

Ay pimping been going on man for eons and
Eons man since the beginning of time
You know me, the only thing I need
To do is get on the grind, and get mine
So the only thing I gotta tell
You man is you know do what you gotta do man
Bring my money back
Get on that track and get on your back

I heard 'em say the NBA's a
Bunch of million dollar slaves
A portea wasn't real back in the days
The point I make is
Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly takings
Let's just say more than collectively
All of his players
That's business, not really pimp shit
Maybe a tid-bit similar to when
We rappers make big hit's
And not own the masters, that's the deal
By the way
Poitier helps all the Denzels excel
He kept it more than real
But Hollywood can turn a girl out
I knew a girl 'bout, 5'9", so fine
She could for sure grind
She was sleek, chic, with a classic mouth
Movie directors always fucked her
On the casting couch
She came out with a blockbuster
Can't knock a hustler
She not a hooker, she focused
A hopeless soul on a lonely road
I showed her all my stones and gold
I said "Bitch, life is cold
You need to roll with a nigga"

(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase
IIn this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you a nigga
(Like me) Hustling and grinding babe
(I be) Staying on that paper chase
In this life there's pimps and hoes
Tell me which one are you, you