What You Workin’ With lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me what you workin with, b*tch, what you got
Show me, show me what you workin with b*tch, what you got
Show me what you workin, show me what you workin

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Boy say he lookin for me, I don't see the b*tch
I ride 1D, never sleep, gettin rich
Fat, short, tall, giant, you can get it, n*gga
Talk big, f*ck you, you can get it, and your b*tch
I'm the prototype, and you an imatation
I'm worldwid, pimpin through your radio station
Sweet jones, smellin like fresh calone
f*ck that n*gga, he a clone, millionaire from my microphone
What you know bout gettin drugs cross country
n*gga, your Pees big, but your diamonds look muddy
And you a b*tch in the street, your repuation soft, you ain't a gangsta
b*tch!

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me what you workin with, b*tch, what you got
Show me, show me what you workin with b*tch, what you got
Show me what you workin, show me what you workin

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Boys say they lookin for me, I ain't hard to find
I'm in my town every night, where it's going down
I'm too big to hide, and too G to be scared
So whoever lookin for me, better be prepared
Roll solo, but I keep a gang of them thangs
Ten shots for every n*gga, and that sh*t you clame
Talkin tough, but you b*tches ain't goin do sh*t
Go ghost when you hear that first round spit
It's hard to find a real n*gga in this world of snakes
Everybody snitchen, turn to the feds when they catch a case
Passed up a lot of breat, cause I trust you
This new Uzi have your ass singin all the way to the county, fool
Thugger!
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me what you workin with, b*tch, what you got
Show me, show me what you workin with b*tch, what you got
Show me what you workin, show me what you workin

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Show me what you workin with, b*tch, what you got
Know you wanna f*ck me, cause you know I got a not
Know you wanna suck me, cause you sittin by the Benz
You just gave the keys to your car to your friends
Think you gettin in, but you must be mistakin
Cause if you ain't the wifey, I ain't bringin you the Baken
I never been a sponcer for a hoe, that's my habbits
Got that on your mind, keep on your Dro, goddambet
Send you to the government, cause you on some other sh*t
I'm supposed to pay you, cause you wanna suck a brother's di*k
This ain't the movies, Stella can't get a groove
Go to the chearch, cause the pimp is on the move, what it do

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Show me what you workin with, b*tch, what you got
Show me, show me what you workin with b*tch, what you got
Show me what you workin, show me what you workin
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