Pimp’n Ain’t E-Z lyrics

by

Birdman


[Baby]
Wusup n*gga, Fa'sho
Wusup Pimp, Rest In Peace n*gga
We should have whipped that hoe Kim
From Saint Claude To Erata

[B.G.]
Pimpin' ain't easy got to keep these hoes
From talkin' back, hoe I'm yo daddy respect the dog ass or
Get slapped, don't let yo b*tch violate once
She gonna try again, and that's when you be up in
That stank hoe sh*t, got to teach her a lesson
Girl don't you ever try me, stay in line cuz
You gonna mind some muthaf*ckin'' body
n*gga I'm a young gangsta, got these hoes under my belt
Fifthteen, got pimpin' trophies on my f*ckin' shelf
My n*gga Pimp, had all his hoes in check
My n*gga Pimp, hoes never disrespect
Baby, gave me the game about this stank b*tches
He said these hoes ain't right, they'll get you left in ditches
That's why I keep my strap, cuz them hoes will cross you up
Tell a n*gga somethin', you ain't safe and have a n*gga stuck
That's why I keep hollow points to bust yo head n*gga
I left loose shot's, bloody red from yo head n*gga
Took me behind the coke, comin' get me
My n*gga Mark and Clarence comin' in that water with me
With them chopper's to leave yo mutherf*ckin' ass greasy
For this B.G. pimpin' ain't easy
Chorus: {Baby}

Pimp'n Ain't E-Z
But it got to be done
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z
But it's nesscary
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z
Got to beat these hoes up
Pimp'n Ain't E-Z
But it's nesscary

[Baby]
n*gga, I be hard on these hoes, cuz a b*tch ain't sh*t
Every hoe I done f*cked, done sucked my di*k
{These hoes like Mosquitoes, suckin' di*k and lickin' nut's}
To ridin' truck's on Baud's and Astro's
With elbow's but baller's ride Contero
My gold's be on shine, cuz I think I'm the sh*t
I keep my diamond's on shine, just to blind a b*tch
I keep my gold platted AK for the phone
Just incase a chump make me pop the trunk
I keep my gat to protect and serve
Cuz on the down low, I'm still sellin' bird's
{ n*gga done told me}
For twenty two five, an ki for eleven five
n*gga you can get served with a fifhty five
Money is a habit I got's to have it
{Gimmie that, gimmie that}
Every chance I get I'm straight just taxin' it
{Headed to the Ramp}
Vamp still waitin' on me, Tec on his way
We bout to get blowed hommie
I got to break these ki's down to quarter ki's and
Let Vamp put 'em all in that one three
Big Roe, Tee-Dog, and Joe Casey
I got to let all my hommies get on that fee and
Ride Astro's, Lexus with Trues and Bauds
Chorus

[Mannie Fresh]
Cash Money and the power hour after hour
Big pimpin' from the bed to the muthaf*ckin' shower
f*ck mo hoes then Tommy Hil made clothes
Come together like b*tches, like Trues and Baud's
Like one, two, three, four
Mirror, mirror who's the gangsta n*gga you know?
{You are}
The mirror replied, the gangsta n*gga I know alive
I'm one of the greatest, f*ck player hater's
If you name was Wille Blame, you couldn't fade us
If pimpin' hoes is wrong, I don't want to be right
So won't you shake that ass, roll that ass
Ride that ass for Pimp Daddy baby all night
All kind's of car's neighborhood superstar's
Fed by n*gga's and loved by broads
Mannie Fresh a.k.a. Willis
{Willis Who}
Will these di*k fit in yo mouth boo
Pimpin' ain't easy
{Fa'sho n*gga}
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