[Intro: Skeme & Snoop Dogg]
This part of my show right here we call this "finish the sentence"
I'm a start it, you finish it
"If I could share a double cup, I would share it with..."
R.I.P to Pimp, to this day Pimp C fan for life
I was a UGK kid
[Verse 1: Skeme]
I've been through hell and back, chasing heaven on earth
Put my all in this sh*t for whatever it's worth
A n*gga play about mine, leave you dead in a hearse
Two hundred dash on this b*tch, hundred clip in a vert
Got the money comin' in each way
Real n*gga, keep a pistol for a keepsake
I've been that boy, that what the streets say
I'm balling, every play I make is worthy of a replay
This is how it go and how it is
My mind locked in, I stand rich steady stacking, watching grown men act like kids
Laughing while these rappers yapping, I know they ain't with the biz
Road to the riches, ask n*ggas what's the hold up
Half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up
Twenty chains on a n*gga neck, got me glowed up
Where you n*ggas from, any answer get a "so what"
Crooked
[Bridge: Pimp C]
I don't give a f*ck about hip-hop cause I ain't made none of that sh*t
You n*ggas been sayin' we wasn't real hip-hop from the beginning of time
They say we wasn't real hip-hop cause we don't have no backpack
Out there motherf*ckers tell you something for so long let you know they don't want you
Know what I'm saying?
After a while a n*gga don't want to be down to b*tch-ass n*ggas no more
[Verse 2: Skeme]
It's me and mine over you and yours
I'm getting mine, give a f*ck with what what you doing with yours
This the type of flow to pay the bill off
This the type of flow a young n*gga made a mil' off
That G sh*t be what my n*ggas get a thrill off
f*ck all of the phonies and the frauds, I'm a real boss
Talking about cash, I'm a do the whole dash
Hop right off in that European monster then it peels off
We don't f*ck with sucker n*ggas like they five-o
I can snatch b*tch with my eyes closed
If she ask me for money, tell her "bye, no"
Still jump off in that pus*y from the top row
I'm the motherf*ckin' man, f*ck a n*gga sayin'
Throw off a n*gga plans, I'm a get to sprayin'
Hit the corner with the [?] rap it in saran
I never b*tch about the cards, I just play the hands
[Bridge 2: Pimp C]
Get your mind on your sh*t, you can have some too
But you got to come down here and buy you some b*tch
I'm talking about straight business man
I know they don't like me
They be all on the internet talking about the Pimp
You know what though, b*tch?
Till you put your real motherf*ckin' address and phone number on that sh*t
You ain't sayin' nothing n*gga, hidin' behind them e-mail address
You a hoe
[Verse 3: Skeme]
Lookin' like a walking, talking brick n*gga
Ten chains, tell your b*tch take a pic n*gga
I go walking in any club and take a pic n*gga
I've been on five for a while, living lit n*gga
I'm just trying to get rich, take a risk n*gga
Ball like Kobe, codeine OD out my p*ss n*gga
I hate a trip, I pop 'em quicker than a zit n*gga
f*ck your favorite rapper, bet I knock him off the list n*gga
Me and my bro gon' f*ck the hoes and yell switch n*gga
I'm 'bout that dope, 'bout that cheese, leave you Swiss n*gga
S-G-O-D-B or dig a ditch n*gga
It's a motherf*ckin' gang not a clique n*gga
I'm the motherf*ckin' truth, game sucker proof
Mardi Gras beads for the coupe with the missing roof
Sipping on that juice, get the loot, what you n*gga do?
Top floor where the guap gave the boy a different view
[Outro: Pimp C]
b*tch ass n*ggas, well guess what?
We ain't real hip-hop down here n*gga
n*gga stay up there where you at
With your funny ass cars and funny ass houses n*gga
We down here have everything n*gga
I've been driving Cadillacs since I was fifteen years old b*tch
Get your mind on your sh*t, know what I'm talking about?
For real and I ain't mad at nobody cause you know what?
The real rappers that gettin' money ain't hating
But you know who cryin'? Them b*tch-ass n*ggas that can't sell no records man
They cryin' cause they can't sell no records right now
You n*ggas friendly as a box of puppies