Gitcha Mind Right lyrics

by

Mike Jones


[Hook: Pimp C]
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp

[Pimp C over Hook]
Uhhh... Tony Snow knalmtalkinbout? Tony Snow b*tch!
Young Pimp, Young Pimp! Sweet Jones! Yes it is, it's goin down!
Uh! Huh! Dedicated to Fat Pat, Lil' Daddy knalmtalkinbout?
Big Dog and Biz... Baby Looney

[Pimp C] {*singing*}
I'm so throwed in the game
Gettin my paper, takin over they brains
The drank over the ice is so cold
Pulled up to the light and let my diamonds strike a pose
These n*ggas in this game they wanna stop the Pimp
Don't wanna see me comin up and flyin like a blimp
I think they feel like I'ma threat
But I'ma old school motherf*ckin vet
So getcha mind right!
[Hook: Pimp C]
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uh! Pimp C, Sir James
Y'all can't fade this country thang
n*gga in "The Source" tried to hate on me
But b*tch I got the whole South ridin wit' me (ridin' wit me!)
Ask this n*gga Jeezy, b*tch I'm the truth (I'm the truth!)
Me and Short Dog go and smoke in the coupe
I'm talkin 'bout Too $hort not that fake n*gga (uh!)
The rap game full of all you fake n*ggas (fake n*ggas!)
n*gga in ya booty gettin raped n*gga
If you ever take a trip upstate n*gga (state n*gga!)
I don't wanna see them n*ggas in the city
His gal head was good but her pus*y was sh*tty (pus*y was sh*tty!)
That's right n*gga, I flipped ya b*tch (flipped ya b*tch!)
She a three-way freak, every ho take a di*k
Sent her on a mission, go hit that lick
Ya di*k is so weak and my game is so slick
[Hook]
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp

[Verse 2: Cory Mo]
Yeah, uh.. getcha mind right n*gga, act like y'know
Cory Mo pimpin that pen with Tony Snow
Once again in the lab with a pen and a pad
I'm been payin my dues since early '94
Me and Mike Mo both got a wall full of plaques (plaques!)
Ten car garage and it's all full of 'llacs ('llacs!)
Front to the back, Seville to the fleet
Can't miss me b*tch, keep a ear to the street (huh!)
Gotta trunk full of beef for you ho ass n*ggas (ho ass n*ggas!)
I'm eleven steps ahead of you slow ass n*ggas (slow ass n*ggas!)
Gotcha gal on my team and she kiss my pinky ring
Everytime I tell her to, "n*gga, who the hell is you?"
I'ma underground king with a hell of a slang
Pimpin and pampering women with a hell of a game
I'm tellin ya man, I'm making some incredible change
So getcha mind right ho, stay the hell outta my lane ho
(get the hell outta my lane ho!)
[Hook: Pimp C]
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
Now getcha mind right, baby you a siiimmmppp
And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net