Paroles Something 'bout pimpin' (feat. too $hort) Jt Money

Something 'bout pimpin' (feat. too $hort)

JT Money:

I got a problem with this punk ass bitch I know

Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho

An untrustworthy bitch like delilah

Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her, mother fuckin' face

Bitch got some good neck

But the little trick need to learn some respect

She made me beat her ass.

Take a nigga out this game.

See I don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'

But this one act like she don't understand
You is the bitch, me, I'm the man

Remember dat shit, then learn to submit

And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked little hard headed

trick

See a nigga know about ya

And I know a dollar bill 'll bring tha ho outcha

Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes

When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

Chorus: Somethin' about pimpin'

That makes me love this game

Somethin' about pimpin'

The hoes be off the chain

Somethin' about pimpin'

I just don't wanna stop

Somethin' about pimpin'

Cause this players gotta keep a fat knock

Too Short:

I'm like JD Walker

Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker

Bitches workin' all night like a stalker

Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter

Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me

Used to be a little kid watchin' movies

I knew what I wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes

I ain't want no wife

I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke

And I still do, now I get paid from hoes, Beeitch

Cuz this East side nigga don't care

Since I was nine years old I been a player

And now I got a lot 'o women

It's never endin'

It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'

Chorus

JT Money:

Now, one time for you H-Os

You wanna try a real player bout his pesos

Hey hoes, I know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up

Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups

So wut up all I wanna do is get this money witcha

I'm dead serious, I ain't tryin' to be funny witcha

I teach tha game but It ain't for free

When I see you with some change you just bring it to me

See you can come up in this game

And you can get hurt ho

When you in public just remember who you work for

Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla

So called ballers, flashin' they dollars

Hatin' J baby, you just play it crazy

Let him spend his loot on them boobs

So you can pay

All I want is the bread

He want the pussy and head

Don't be misled just remember everything I said

Beotch

Chorus Until End