Song Length |
0:00 |
Genre |
Unique - General |
Lyrics
1st Verse
My girl be getting mad cause I'm always on the go... Got 3 or different ways just to stack my bank roll.
The girls be thinking I'm sexy, even if I wear a fro... They loving it even more when I sport my cornrows.
And, pimping it ain't a thing... Dosen't require a lot of bling... One chain, one ring, and a whole lot of game.
When I was a youngster, I had to get my own dough... And that I'm old, Keeping it Gangtsta is how it goes.
It says "Train up a child in the way they should go"... Well, I'm a train up my child so they never go broke.
And, even though that I toke... I'm never coming up short... You'll never catch me on the Okey-Doke.
Cause I don't let it pass... I'm living on my last... I mash for the cash.
Cause I'm living life fast... Mashing on the gas... I don't plan to crash... Thats how I'm living baby..
(Chorus)
"You know I'm pimping again... 9 times out of 10, I'll be pimping again.
Last year you didn't want to holla... And now, I'm popping my collar. Counting dollars cuz I'm pimping again.
G-yeah... You know I'm pimping again... If I win, lose or draw... I'll be pimping again.
Last year she didn't want to holla... Now, she trying to get with a big baller?... Cause I'm pimping again.
G-yeah... You know I'm pimping again... With a tilt of a brim... I'll be pimping again.
Last year she didn't want to holla... Now, we dipping in the 4 door Benz... Cause, I'm pimping again.
2nd Verse
Like the eagle spreads his wings. The bird leaves the nest... From a boy to a man... Excel and manifest... Cause huh..
When you saw me twisting corners in my corolla... You never thought I'd be in a Benz with 4 doors huh?
When you saw hustling, and slanging on the block... You never thought a thug built his own desktop.
Thats how it is... I'm still up in this thing...
Ripping with snow or rain... Keeping up on my game.
Cause I had Good Times... I had Hard Times... A player done soaked the game... Thats why I spit these real ryhmes.
When they doubt you all the time... Feels good when you shine... Hating, cause I came up, and it didn't never cross your mind.
Let me slow my grind... Or you can press rewind... Cause I don't got the time to explain this 2 damn times.
Let me spit my lines... Later you can analyze... I stay refined like the wine... Getter better in my prime.
(Back to chorus)...