Paul Wall, Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne - Sumn' Like A Pimp lyrics

I put some new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who-who the fuck you
Be? Bitch you know me i'm sum'n like a pimp
I put them new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who- who fuck- fuck
You be? Bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp

I'm whipping something inconspicuous
Got something pumped back at my
House that be so ridiculous
And he's a piece or stick of this
My car door open like a butterfly, wonder why
I get them broads open then I tell her bye
(tell her bye)
Now she's stuntin' in the front seat
With a baller goin' places
Looking at my interior
Baby makin' funny faces
Bump the stereo, here we go
Speed up the scenario
Loosen her up with fruit juice and
Caribou to boost her up can I get it? (Good)
Baby looking at me like nobody ever hit it
(good) grip it (wood)
It's too easy for my pimpin' like
I never even did it (stood)
It's something sharper than most
Girlies flocking to me
Like I'm dropping dollars off
In Barbary Coast now it's time for us to go
We switched from eighty-fours to blades
I put my car up on display and
Skate out like the Ice Capades
'Cause, I'm living good now
See me grippin' wood now
I'm something like a pimp and
I'mma make it understood now

I put some new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who-who the fuck you
Be? Bitch you know me i'm sum'n like a pimp
I put them new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who- who fuck- fuck
You be? Bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp

It started back in 1985 seventh grade
I started lookin' bitches in they eye
Play game off in they brain like how
To get 'em on they backs now
Thanks to my Uncle Ike
I'm puttin' macks down
Aye, I get up in that-that
Sit up in that cat
Did up and then get blowed, literally
Livin the ladies
And livin' la vida loca la coca
La lavish and get chose
Can't a woman get me up out of a system
I see 'em, sick 'em
It's systematic to set up a strow
City slicker then sicker to seek
A psycho set of sot
Or I say a super synapses
Speaking of she showed
Hoes, everywhere I go, they show those
T-N-A, like, every day, mane, that's my logo
She laid me and drink my babies, take my mojo
With my Mercedes, backwards 80
Chrome four door
Tech N9ne, KC King, Paul Wall, hey he bling
Krizz Kali, may he sing till all of
These B's bring ch ching
Then it's steak and shrimp, no one's exempt
I'm a playa, ho, but something like a pimp
Pimp

I put some new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who-who the fuck you
Be? Bitch you know me i'm sum'n like a pimp
I put them new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who- who fuck- fuck
You be? Bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp

I'm sitting down in pimp mode
My trunk bump like a lymph node
The boppas gaze and haters haze
I'm playa made with hemp roll
I pull up and make the wimps fold
My wide body big blimp ho
That fifth drop down, look to
The floor, the trunk glow, i'm so throwed
I'm candy red like Elmo
Me a simp? Oh hell no!
Just ask your girlfriend, she'll know
I got her stuck like Velcro
I put 'em under my spell, bro
My macking game is real cold
I'm crawling round the parking lot in
A 'lac dial-up Dell slow
Catch a glimpse of this thug prince with
Purple Rain up in my cup
When it get tense I never flinch that
Hunter pinch is by my gut
What the fuck? Oh that's a nine
That broad with me? Oh that's a dime
That Cadillac that's double parked and
Dripping stains? Oh yeah, that's mine
Boys know that I'm bout that bread
Boppas know they got to give head
And haters know bout the infrared
That leave 'em dead and full of that lead
I'm one hundred and full of
Bread, I'm Paul Wall, i'll hold it down
You know me I'm getting mine
That paper and them dimes

I put some new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who-who the fuck you
Be? Bitch you know me i'm sum'n like a pimp
I put them new shit's on my ride
Hit the block and I bet you if I turn the
Beat up I can make 'em bop got me saying
Who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me
Who the fuck? Who- who fuck- fuck
You be? Bitch you know me
I'm sum'n like a pimp