She Couldn’t Make it on Her Own lyrics

[Hook:]
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own

[Verse 1: OMG]
California Air
Chain all blue like it's running out of air
I keep a bad b*tch with a fat derriere
And you know that ho fresher than a new pair
Retro elevens on the pedal!
I'm taking this to the next level
Competition best invest up in a Chevelle
And if you n*ggas still wanna make a deal with the devil
I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel (to my barrel)
All you artists walking 'round wit'cha wack raps (wack raps)
And getting f*cked by the game - Kat Stacks (Kat Stacks)
And any n*gga thinking he can make it happen
I'll be outside of Staples with the b*tches and the Phantom
Mothaf*cka!

[Hook]
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
[Verse 2: Doughboy]
Pull up on them b*tches, stepping out on thirty inches
In my L.A. Dodger fitted with some Louie V stitching
n*ggas wanna catch me slipping yeah they praying and they wishing
Cause a n*gga clocking dough - and I'm f*cking all they b*tches
(Yo you f*cking all they b*tches?) Yeah I'm f*cking all they b*tches
And it's money over b*tches and I'm preaching my religion
Cause this game that I'm living 'bout as cold as my wrist is
If you know my pops then you know I'm 'bout the business
Smoke big trees, Christmas
Chain super sick, syphilis
My flow retarded n*gga gifted
This game's a b*tch, watch me pimp it

[Hook]
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
If you don't kick it with me who you gon' kick it with?
Ice Cube is the sh*t, who you been speaking with?
They been lying to you if they told you different
I got a different cool type of temperament
West Coast style baby on some California sh*t
They mighta told you that, I was hard on a b*tch
You know how it go, some b*tches think they slick
Look at me and think they 'bout to get rich
Uh-oh, danger
You are a stranger
Who am I, I am The Lone Ranger
Tonto tell 'em, I'll run yo' f*cking ass through the ranger
It goes
[Hook]
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't make it on her own

[Outro]
What about me
What about me
What about me