Pimp Council lyrics

by

Twista


[Intro: Too $hort]
All rise...order in the court
The honourable judge muthaf*ckin' Too $hort
Presidin' over Superior Players Court
The first case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and ho slaughter
For f*ckin' another n*gga's b*tch

[Verse 1: Fate Wilson]
Listen close to what I say, dog, it might hurt ya
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only around the corner"
And popped her lil' punt
Apartment 5-7-0-1, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done
Got there, knocked on the door
She opened up the door half naked, lookin' exquisite
Ackin' mad 'cuz I ain't spoke to her since the last time a n*gga hit it
She said, "Don't worry forget it since we only have 30 minutes"
'Fore her man came home for lunch
So I bust my nut and raised up wit
Five minutes to spare, her man unaware
I saw him in traffic, beeped the horn and threw a deuce in the air
Yea I'm a playa, but I feel guilty 'bout cuttin' a broad
I need counselin' dog, 'cuz it's guilty as charged
Simply because I felt victim to lust and
Knowin' all the while it was my cousin girlfriend I had been f*ckin' (Damn!)
[Interlude: Too $hort]
The court finds you guitly as charged
Your sentence is PUI school
For pimpin' under the influence, n*gga
Next case...
Oh we got us a repeat offender in the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shanwnna
Same ol' charge...wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?

[Verse 2: Shawnna]
Oh yes yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no representation now shall we begin
I know you seen my face before but...hold on my friend
It's n*ggas gettin' away wit doin' the...same sh*t I did
I...can't do no bid
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge wit dem grills
So you undertand I was tryna pay me some bills
When I was flippin' outta state while I was takin' a chill
Shootin' deem and a couple friends, spend a couple ends
Took the top off of the drop and let the bubble spin
n*ggas got off in my knot and let them troubles in
So I decided to put that sh*t in my own hands
None of these hoes can f*ck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time--not guilty
[Interlude: Too $hort & Shawnna]
Bailiff, take her into custody
Oh, not my baby!
Hell naw!
Next case...
State vs. Velvet Jones A.K.A. Ludacris
You bein' charged wit impeedin' how traffic
Spendin' too much time tryna f*ck one ho
How do you plead Mr. Jones?

[Verse 3: Ludacris & Too $hort]
Man I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
Calm down before I hold yo ass contempt of court
Ya honor, just be cool, let me approach that bench
And sprinkle seasonin' on yo ears 'bout how I choked that beeyotch!
Well did she promise you the pus*y, mayn?
She ceratinly did
I got empty McDonald's cups in my car and my crib
She owe me sumthin', b*tch betta show me sumthin'
Wrap her legs around my waist and start to throw me sumthin'
I'm simply the meanest, you lookin' at the stroke of a genius
The only verdict made should be the subpoena uh this p*nis
No objections or appeals, let's cut us a deal
And I promise to tell the truth if my partner don't squeal
She's awfully cautious, said the jury makes her nautious
She said she said she'd suck my di*k if I dropped the charges
Oh no! Time to make ya kidneys shift
But didn't you f*ck her best friend?
Oh, I plead the fifth
[Outro: Too $hort]
Yea, that sound like some sh*t you'll say, ol' pimp ass n*gga
Due to lack of evidence, I'm droppin' the charges
Don't let me see you in here again
Let this be a lesson learned
If you don't know you player rules
You liable to violate the game
And get sent away for a long, long time
Remember... never hate on a real player
It ain't gon' get you nowhere, mayn
It's a lotta hoes out there player so...
Ain't no reason fot yuo to f*ck ya best friend
Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl
Get ya own b*tch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'?
You runnin' around here...
Violatin' major player rules
You 'bout to get the muthaf*ckin' book thrown at yo b*tch ass
f*ckin' 'round in this court
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money baby
It it ain't about the money...it ain't about sh*t!!
To all you n*ggas runnin' 'round here...
Corny than a motherf*cker
Just tryna f*ck a b*tch 'cuz you wanna get a nut off
Think about that money first, mayne
What is that b*tch doin' for you?
What are you gettin' outta the situation?
Tryna give a b*tch sumthin'
What you gon' give her sumthin' for--some pus*y?!
It's trickin', mayn
Don't be a BEEUTCH! Be a real pimp, n*gga
Make that ho pay you for everythang you do
Everythang you do you gotta get money, mayne
All day, all night
I wouldn't f*ck a b*tch for free
Just like I wouldn't rap for free, motherf*cker
Yea, you know my favorite word...BEEUTCH!!
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