Jackpot The Pimp, Part 2 lyrics

Hey, whats goin' on y'all?
Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again
Did you miss me? Hope not
I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get
My stacks or get smacked and my pimpin'
HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby
But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day
He told me to make a b*tch pay like she weigh
Hoe, you made the bed you gotta lie in
Matter of a fact, b*tch, die-in
You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe
Fur on my rolls royce, flow
Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, b*tch
Say what? Pimp, I got the juice
And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip
Wurrs my cash, Trick?
Get My Grip
n*gga, quit watchin' Superfly so much
And quit copyin the mack
I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel
On the back that say Hoe Slayer