while I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent'a Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast] I throw
Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone, I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones Pimpin
to have the roll Be sold or be poor up in these city streets Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give
only cause she bubly could she breathe tranna grab tranna stab me it got ugly u could neva be in love wit me im playa to iternity playa to internity pimpin is juss for me. chorus: pimpin
on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life Get money, pimpin
the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody.............. [Chorus] [Repeat 4
cracking like all for you baby Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock 'Cause we hot, the heat rock, and
x4) (?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background) I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [Pimp C
it goin! [kane] mister cee.. Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown [scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [big] one two.. one
about moving O's and blow Pimp I told you so They thought that Outkast closed the door Ludacris came in and sold his 4? Man, I told you so The Mac, C
and you know how jealous my paper get/ You know i'm attached to my paper, tryin' to hold it down like a paper clip/ Pimp C had told me if you see the
bangin' at the stop sign Mamma passed now my n***a Hawk dawg I'ma miss Everytime I think about him when i'm drivin' I'ma just Verse 2 (Pimp C) I'm a
him in the river {[DJ Paul] Crunchy Black} [They try to] we bout to ride on these fools cock these nines on these fools (x4) {DJ Paul: talking} hahaha
can't see me, even if I was 3-D I told you once, and I'ma say it out again S-L-A-B, be raw pimping a pen In the wind for the divid-ends, and a big
a blow pipe (Chorus 1) (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes [Verse 2] C
The drop top Jag or the candy red Impala Sellin' big cheese, keep pushin', my nigga Polo horses on my bed-fuck Hilfiga I'm Pimp C bitch, in the ghetto
gonna be free Chorus: (sung by Pimp C) i wanna be free i wanna be free as the sky but when i'm buried make sho buried feelin live (4x) Pimp C: Codeine