The First Episode

歌詞

MJG: Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I'm pail My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor 400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin 1,000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch Girl: Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit Huh, I guess not Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead MJG: Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain The judge and the preacher love to hear dirty thangs The governor was first on the bitch payin list He busted a nut soon as the bitches touched his dick Eightball: Comin out smooth, livin like a pimpsta Gotta flee the bitches and they all call me mista fat mac Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do? See me in the streets, sweep 'em off and down you and your crew Gotta be ruthless, smackin hoes toothless Suckas gettin dropped when I'm poppin with the glock bitch And the niggaz that hide cap and act like hoes When they see the 93 with the switches and the voes Girl: Eightball, tell the truth How yo fat ass goin be doin all that? Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggaz And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that? Eightball: I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22 Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack Cause niggaz with nuts, can't even fuck with the fat mac MJG: 25 birds on the counter in the den Nigga gettin bailed cause they go for 5-10 Pot good and hot now I'm lookin for the shaker Water start to bubble sprinkle in the money maker The shit is gettin thick I think my pager just exploded 11 birds left, 13 I just sold it I gotta close shop before it get too fuckin late Hoe sell time sellin birds 12-8 Man: You know you guys really shouldn't be sellin cocaine to other brothers It's killin us all off man I mean how is that supposed to look Makin us look bad MJG: The cops work for me cause I keep good stuff And plus the government ain't never paid dem tricks enough And every time a cop bust some dope in the drug rade Feds swangin birds in the hood by the next day While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted Nigga fell short, shoot 'em up yeah I done it MJG Pushin real not cut Got the feds in my pocket, and the chief by his nuts Eightball: Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed to kill Niggaz that be jealous cause dem hoes be on the jock Don't disrespect my pimpin or you I will have to drop No I don't be playin, what I'm sayin what I speak Some niggaz don't understand then I have to go and teach What Eightball is about and what the future got for me A screw of dead niggaz and a pocket full of grip G Man: Damn, Father just like some niggaz man Dem niggaz ain't goin never be shit Dem niggaz forever gettin fucked up Know what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck Eightball: Punk ass niggaz that talk shit can get down on their knees Suave got the hook up cause suave got the cheese And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out When we get to the hotel, your bitch is on the house Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta What, we through, pass me that joint nigga