Pimp Daddy, Big Tymers, B.G. - Pimp'n Ain't E-Z lyrics

Wusup Nigga, Fa'sho
Wusup Pimp, Rest In Peace Nigga
We should have whipped that hoe Kim
From Saint Claude To Erata

Pimpin' ain't easy got to keep these hoes
From talkin' back
Hoe I'm yo daddy respect the dog ass or
Get slapped, don't let yo bitch violate once
She gonna try again
And that's when you be up in
That stank hoe shit
Got to teach her a lesson
Girl don't you ever try me, stay in line cuz
You gonna mind some muthafuckin'' body
Nigga I'm a young gangsta
Got these hoes under my belt
Fifthteen, got pimpin' trophies on
My fuckin' shelf
My nigga Pimp, had all his hoes in check
My nigga Pimp, hoes never disrespect
Baby, gave me the game
About this stank bitches
He said these hoes ain't right
They'll get you left in ditches
That's why I keep my strap
Cuz them hoes will cross you up
Tell a nigga somethin'
You ain't safe and have a nigga stuck
That's why I keep hollow points
To bust yo head nigga i left loose shot's
Bloody red from yo head nigga
Took me behind the coke, comin' get me
My nigga Mark and Clarence comin'
In that water with me
With them chopper's to leave
Yo mutherfuckin' ass greasy
For this BG pimpin' ain't easy

Pimp'n Ain't E-Z but it got to be done
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z but it's nesscary
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z got to beat these hoes up
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z but it's nesscary

Nigga, I be hard on these hoes
Cuz a bitch ain't shit
Every hoe I done fucked, done sucked my dick
These hoes like Mosquitoes
Suckin' dick and lickin' nut's
To ridin' truck's on Baud's and Astro's
With elbow's but baller's ride Contero
My gold's be on shine
Cuz I think I'm the shit
I keep my diamond's on shine
Just to blind a bitch
I keep my gold platted AK for the phone
Just incase a chump make me pop the trunk
I keep my gat to protect and serve
Cuz on the down low, I'm still sellin' bird's
Nigga done told me
For twenty two five, an ki for eleven five
Nigga you can get served with a fifhty five
Money is a habit I got's to have it
Gimmie that, gimmie that
Every chance I get I'm
Straight just taxin' it headed to the Ramp
Vamp still waitin' on me, Tec on his way
We bout to get blowed hommie
I got to break these ki's
Down to quarter ki's and
Let Vamp put 'em all in that one three
Big Roe, Tee-Dog, and Joe Casey
I got to let all my hommies
Get on that fee and
Ride Astro's, Lexus with Trues and Bauds

Cash Money and the power hour after hour
Big pimpin' from the bed
To the muthafuckin' shower
Fuck mo hoes then Tommy Hil made clothes
Come together like bitches
Like Trues and Baud's
Like one, two, three, four
Mirror, mirror who's the gangsta
Nigga you know? You are the mirror replied
The gangsta nigga I know alive
I'm one of the greatest, fuck player hater's
If you name was Wille Blame
You couldn't fade us
If pimpin' hoes is wrong
I don't want to be right
So won't you shake that ass, roll that ass
Ride that ass for Pimp Daddy baby all night
All kind's of car's neighborhood superstar's
Fed by nigga's and loved by broads
Mannie Fresh aka Willis willis Who
Will these dick fit in yo mouth boo
Pimpin' ain't easy