Pimp C, 8Ball, MJG - Bobby & Whitney lyrics
[Pimp C, 8Ball, MJG - Bobby & Whitney lyrics]
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia
Bitch (Georgia, bitch)
It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya bitch
(saw ya bitch)
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit
Everythang I say is the truth (is the truth)
I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just cause you sell pussy
Don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it
I can see it in yo' eyes wWW dot
"Wonder why I'm quickly gettin exposed"
Breakin tricks for they money like
A female is supposed ('posed)
I'm out in Neptune, on some Space Age shit
All my diamonds got paper
Emmitt keeping me legit ('git)
When the welfare was over
I be sellin cocaine ('caine)
I'm out in Las Vegas
Takin over bitches' brains (brains)
Tony Snow don't sniff no blow (sniff no blow)
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow
(love me a crow)
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked
When I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down ho! Like
Bobby Brown and Whitney
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little
To the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggas is hoes and
All women ain't bitches
And your reach? Keep the heat near
Games, I don't play, I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me nigga? Open up ya ears
If you movin too fast
Slow down and switch gears
PA somethin, ya life give ya nothin
The streets ain't pokin
You can get shot bluffin
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
Get rich quick, let pimpin do the blame
Midnight blue with the peanut butter guts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my rillo, rollin big like Shaq
I'mma pimp
Sellin hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over
Slap the dick on the back they call me M
(Jayyy) G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this application
You'll change ya job
I gotta order motherfuckin
Rappers, teachers, preachers, and athletes
All make a personal visit
Or to the backstreets
I even gotta ho, play away
With one rule, 'til ya gray, nigga stay away
See I'm the reason why ya letcha
Girl stay at the house
And beat her up cause my name
Couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if
She just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all my royal marines
I keep a Cadillac and I select
A few in my car if you don't own one
Then you ain't got shit in ya garage
I go hard
You motherfuckas ain't breakin a ho
You just flyin bitches in, showcasing a ho
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia
Bitch (Georgia, bitch)
It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya bitch
(saw ya bitch)
She knew that I was on some millionaire shit
Everythang I say is the truth (is the truth)
I need five funky hoes for one prostitute
Just cause you sell pussy
Don't make you certified
You ain't in it to win it
I can see it in yo' eyes wWW dot
"Wonder why I'm quickly gettin exposed"
Breakin tricks for they money like
A female is supposed ('posed)
I'm out in Neptune, on some Space Age shit
All my diamonds got paper
Emmitt keeping me legit ('git)
When the welfare was over
I be sellin cocaine ('caine)
I'm out in Las Vegas
Takin over bitches' brains (brains)
Tony Snow don't sniff no blow (sniff no blow)
Pimp hard on a cracker but I love me a crow
(love me a crow)
I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked
When I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down ho! Like
Bobby Brown and Whitney
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little
To the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggas is hoes and
All women ain't bitches
And your reach? Keep the heat near
Games, I don't play, I'm tryna make it clear
You don't hear me nigga? Open up ya ears
If you movin too fast
Slow down and switch gears
PA somethin, ya life give ya nothin
The streets ain't pokin
You can get shot bluffin
Cash rule everythang, keep that on ya brain
Get rich quick, let pimpin do the blame
Midnight blue with the peanut butter guts
Chrome on my feet and bump in the trunk
Ball cap popped up, raised to the back
Kush in my rillo, rollin big like Shaq
I'mma pimp
Sellin hoes to a chick on the track
Make my money, bend her or over
Slap the dick on the back they call me M
(Jayyy) G, I'm the man in charge
If you read this application
You'll change ya job
I gotta order motherfuckin
Rappers, teachers, preachers, and athletes
All make a personal visit
Or to the backstreets
I even gotta ho, play away
With one rule, 'til ya gray, nigga stay away
See I'm the reason why ya letcha
Girl stay at the house
And beat her up cause my name
Couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if
She just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all my royal marines
I keep a Cadillac and I select
A few in my car if you don't own one
Then you ain't got shit in ya garage
I go hard
You motherfuckas ain't breakin a ho
You just flyin bitches in, showcasing a ho