Z-Ro - Pimp On lyrics

Time and time again
I tried to cope with being poor
But, I had to say farewell to welfare
So now I'm kicking in your door
My daughter needs pampers and milk
And my mind is confused on
How we gone survive
So when you me strapped it
Looking with a bad one
You looking at the face of a desperate man
I'm bringing the pain out with 45
But then I, fuck around and
Slip on my ski mask, ready to blast
Then I come through the door
With a motherfucking 4-4
I want the Rolex watches and cash
And you can call the laws
I got another clip in my drawers
There'll be screaming and officers down
Because it's all about the money
Ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'ma have out town
'fore they put my ass in the ground

Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be hustling on them corners
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
When a nigga be moving marijuana
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Better watch your back when it get mad
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on
Everything in front of me's up for grabs

Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle
Got to be wondering around, in the streets
Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets
On a solo creep, nothing but a thug
Should of drove to them hoes
Never wanted hoes
Got to keep my mind on my money
Cause, I got a dream
While pulling up on the scene
Jumping out of paper land
Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be creaming the fucking
Music and deep got to hit the week
Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free
Not the HPD
Even though Ft bend law can't stop me
Got to be true to the game
Never new to the game
A nigga did two and a half of the game
And I show no shame creeping your hustle
Really means mess with the way
That you make your change
Got a set of pumps and
A nigga fool come through
And hit from the back
Were you thinking you a g
When you fucking that ho
But, I'm laving your frame and for chest
Matter of fact I'm
Ready for the money like a bombs
So I said it be running out that chrome
Niggas be coming to the serve when I slam
But they better be ready
To find them another way home
When it should of got dark, for the money
Got to take a nigga life in the hustle
Wondering brah
I don't want to make no god damn headlines
I don't want to do, no god damn fed times

Could it be the worst nightmare
Hoping to God
A motherfucker where a nigga don't fight fare
Sticking and moving and bobbing and weaving
I'm loadin' the 12 gauge, hold it right there
Selling my drugs and my gorilla thugs
Man it don't stop till a nigga get paid
All in my homes what I'm about
Trying to move an album funky like Dre
But, I'm everyday
Thinking about my rent and my phone bill
And my light bill, and my water bill
And my gas bill and my beeper bill
Every other motherfucking day it's
A sequel here, but I keep on climbing
I gotta get the diamonds in the grill
And the creases
In the clothes and the yellow bone hoes
Keep boppin' me but ain't stopping me
And everyday cause a nigga be knocking me
But, I'ma blast on a nigga
If a nigga want to try me
Fuck around and need an IV
Nigga where's your Ridgemont id? Have a
Motherfucker hollering out why me
And it's plain to see me losing the game
My life end like a nigga been dying faster
Feeling the pain
I'm a pistol packing Christian
Living the life of a hustler really wanna die