Skeme - 1 Time 4 Pimp lyrics

This part of my show right here
We call this "finish the sentence"
I'm a start it, you finish it
"If I could share a double cup
I would share it with"
RIP to Pimp, to this day Pimp C fan for life
I was a UGK kid

I've been through hell and back
Chasing heaven on earth
Put my all in this shit
For whatever it's worth
A nigga play about mine
Leave you dead in a hearse
Two hundred dash on this bitch
Hundred clip in a vert
Got the money comin' in each way
Real nigga, keep a pistol for a keepsake
I've been that boy, that what the streets say
I'm balling
Every play I make is worthy of a replay
This is how it go and how it is
My mind locked in, I
Stand rich steady stacking
Watching grown men act like kids
Laughing while these rappers yapping
I know they ain't with the biz
Road to the riches
Ask niggas what's the hold up
Half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up
Twenty chains on a nigga neck
Got me glowed up where you niggas from
Any answer get a "so what" crooked

I don't give a fuck about hip-hop cause
I ain't made none of that shit
You niggas been sayin' we wasn't real
Hip-hop from the beginning of time
They say we wasn't real hip-hop cause
We don't have no backpack
Out there motherfuckers tell you
Something for so long
Let you know they don't want you
Know what I'm saying?
After a while a nigga don't want to
Be down to bitch-ass niggas no more

It's me and mine over you and yours
I'm getting mine, give a fuck with what what
You doing with yours
This the type of flow to pay the bill off
This the type of flow a young
Nigga made a mil' off that G shit be what my
Niggas get a thrill off
Fuck all of the phonies and the frauds
I'm a real boss
Talking about cash, I'm a do the whole dash
Hop right off in that European
Monster then it peels off
We don't fuck with sucker
Niggas like they five-o
I can snatch bitch with my eyes closed
If she ask me for money, tell her "bye, no"
Still jump off in that pussy from the top row
I'm the motherfuckin' man
Fuck a nigga sayin' throw off a nigga plans
I'm a get to sprayin'
Hit the corner with the rap it in saran
I never bitch about the cards
I just play the hands

Get your mind on your shit
You can have some too
But you got to come down here
And buy you some bitch
I'm talking about straight business man
I know they don't like me
They be all on the internet
Talking about the Pimp
You know what though, bitch?
Till you put your real motherfuckin' address
And phone number on that shit
You ain't sayin' nothing nigga
Hidin' behind them e mail address you a hoe

Lookin' like a walking, talking brick nigga
Ten chains, tell your bitch take a pic nigga
I go walking in any club and take a pic nigga
I've been on five for a while
Living lit nigga
I'm just trying to get rich
Take a risk nigga
Ball like Kobe, codeine OD out my piss nigga
I hate a trip
I pop 'em quicker than a zit nigga
Fuck your favorite rapper
Bet I knock him off the list nigga
Me and my bro gon' fuck the
Hoes and yell switch nigga
I'm 'bout that dope, 'bout that cheese
Leave you Swiss nigga
S-G-O-D-B or dig a ditch nigga
It's a motherfuckin' gang not a clique nigga
I'm the motherfuckin' truth
Game sucker proof
Mardi Gras beads for the coupe
With the missing roof
Sipping on that juice, get the loot
What you nigga do?
Top floor where the guap gave
The boy a different view

Bitch ass niggas, well guess what?
We ain't real hip-hop down here nigga
Nigga stay up there where you at
With your funny ass cars and
Funny ass houses nigga
We down here have everything nigga
I've been driving Cadillacs since I
Was fifteen years old bitch
Get your mind on your shit
Know what I'm talking about?
For real and I ain't mad at
Nobody cause you know what?
The real rappers that gettin'
Money ain't hating but you know who cryin'?
Them bitch-ass niggas
That can't sell no records man
They cryin' cause they can't sell
No records right now
You niggas friendly as a box of puppies