Pimp C, Tom Petty - I'm Free lyrics

I'm back on the slab, back on the block
Where them hustlers breathe that air and
Drank them 4's on quarter rocks
The boy Emmitt had me shining when
I stepped out the door
I thought I had enough but James
Told it give me some more
And the same damn day I
Went to the Bentley lot
Off the show room floor
I copped and spurred, that thang was hot
But I bet all you busters already knew that
Cause I was all on the
Internet gettin' my shine back
Making rhymes stack, pimping with my mic
Everybody want a piece cause Sweet
Jones is what they like
They like to pimp his steak and shrimp
Hit well like a pimp
Back floor, 'lac low, UGK is back ohhh!

Free and I'm free

It was "Free Pimp C, " but now see
The pimp free
Old school gave me that before I left that CT
Terrell check my bezzle on
This platinum Jacob watch
They locked up my body but
My mind never stopped
Cause I was plotting, and planning
And scheming everyday
Gettin' ready for my release so I
Can steal the game away
From all these clone type peekers
Tryna sound like Pimp C
He's okay but he's not me
By a long shot cuz 'bout tryna steal to me
Them boys might run BET but
Trick we run the streets
It's me and Bun B, that's for life
We the trill
When you see a pimp shinin, trick
Tell me how ya'feel

Free and I'm free

I did 4 years tops, never hit PC
Did my time in Population with the real OG's
I seen a whole lot of pain
Men doing they bids
Most of us praying and dudes tryna
Get home to they kids
Wasn't nothing like "Oz
" a bunch of iron and bars
Bunch of player hating snitches
Talking to the guards
And a whole penitentiary being ran by broads
Some of them kept it one hundred
Most of them was fraud
Seen a whole lot of chumps
Con men in buckles
Some big time dealers, kidnappers and busters
Pimps and playas
I seen some kill with they hand
But I still don't believe the pen
Is no place for no man!

Free and I'm free

Yeah! Dedicated to everybody ain't gon' never
Make it up out there know what I'm sayin'
To everybody doing life keep y'all head up!
(keep it up) don't get fed up! Uhh
Do yo' time, don't let yo' time do you
Young Pimp! Picture me rolling, know what
I'm talkin' 'bout
Like Pac told 'em when he came home
Jumped in the five hundred