with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now Yo, yo, I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw A five speed clutch
will understand P I till the day I D I E You'll never pimp me I'll never let a hoe, pimp me I'll never let a hoe, pimp me And all my hoe's say Pimp
of studios, we seein' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got funky I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my money I ain't never been a hoe
to fuck all these hoes Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin' My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes Shout out
best, you'd better say yes, or test The G double O-D-F-E double L-A-S I'm incredible, making MC's edible Sell out is what I'll never do, get paid
got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe we all goin fed, fuck goin ag niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag we gotta make a livin Nigga know Im real
agitate me In the blink of an e-y-e, you will become a memory, mayne I will never have my gun on safety 'Cause I've been feelin the strangest feeling
, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over tracks we build minds of the blind never
's livin' it up is a must A Benz is not needed to portray my wealth A Jaguar is not a symbol for a star But Nelson Mandela, is a fellow I consider to
it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel we keep the rage in 'cause we never made a mil. So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
Len like a book better plead for ya ride Rollin' the dice but with a head full of craps Rollin like us' got needs ever have 30 per shoulder we aninline when we
they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember) we still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls never givin a dime to a broad (no no never) and we
paid cop land take flight in the light shade and a brother run up then he get sprayed otherwise at the mall wanna get laid B E L O gone be paid B E L
point the blame Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin
rhythm Make them all wanna flame up Strike a match to a lighter A message to a young ridah, on the sight of Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather
' room, thinkin' of a master plan Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life To make a dream,
to get by I never had a job, but that couldn't stop him 'Cause now I get paid and I never clock in And I will never stumble, fall or take a pay cut I
