Like A Pimp - UGK

Like a pimp

Bun B：

Say b***h I'm thinking of a master plan

And I'm bringing this paper faster than these other lil bastards can

So I'm digging in my mind for the b***hes I broke

And keep a player Paid in Full cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that p***y that's a slim a*s chance

Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance

This C.O.D. n***a so you can keep your nuh plastic cards

No checks no money orders Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock balling rappers

B***hes still say we high side call us sky cappers

But why slap us when you think a n***a down on his luck

You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now what the f**k part of the game taught y'all that b***h play

See we makes a b***h pay like a b***h weigh

And then a b***h stay wouldn't sit still f**k how this s**t feel

This ain't studio pimping this s**t real pimping

Pimp C：

I got them b***hes popping p***y getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a f**k

I got them b***hes on the corner selling cot

And the game that we go don't stop

I got them thug a*s n***as with the syrup

And you know that we always blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

And b***h you know that it ain't about this rap

Bun B：

To many n***as out here buying h*es a meal

N***a that ain't the way a b***h supposed to feel

I close the deal from the front door

F**k me right and suck me tight

And you just might hit the blunt ho

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your a*s baby

But don't be acting all saditty with class baby

You with a n***a such as my self it'll cost you

So pay before a n***a f**k around and be the tosser

Pimp C：

Sweet Jones gripping grain

With all that s**t you talk ain't got no bezatine chain

And most of y'all n***as ain't nothing but tricks

But we sipping lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills work the wood wheel

F**k where you're from and f**k how you feel

If you want to go to war I'll take you to war

I got an AK-47 and a TEC in the car

I got them b***hes popping p***y getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a f**k

I got them b***hes on the corner selling cot

And the game that I got don't stop

I got them thug a*s n***as with the syrup

And you know that we always blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

And b***h you know that it ain't about this rap

B***h n***as getting hit in the front

I give a f**k b***h you can hit the blunt

And everyday young boys that's paid

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

Juicy J：

I'm always trying to put in work n***as wanna do my dirt

Balling down on Beale Street sipping on a pint of syrup

Chopping up the chronic w**d picking all the f**king seeds

Trying to slow my roll in my trunk I got them f**king keys

Always riding Chevy things shining on them twanky things

Kids I'm a role model Police I'm a d**e man

Can't forget to check my traps got me cheese a player slap

People say that pimping dead never has it left the map

Optimos a fifth of crown red eyes with a frown

N***as with them gold teeth fast talking on the town

Some of us are under cover make your baby mama love us

Knot in my right pocket left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch stuffed shirt plastic Glock

Back pocket Chevy keys ready for the brain wash

I'mma go pimp a b***h I'mma like wicked witch

Always learn to watch your friends backstabbers cause a snitch

DJ Paul：

Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind

The main thing f**king up these h*es is their f**king friends

You remember back in day it was n***as pimping h*es

Take a look around now it be h*es pimping h*es

What the business what the deal man these h*es got me f**ked

Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck

Oh you f**king with my cheese oh you f**king with my paper

B***h you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking p***y with a girl

Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world

B***h I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop

I need the spectacles testicles wallet and watch

I need the coke keys door keys low keys rover keys

On knees and Bentley's mozzarella cheese

Now n***a now you talking h*es get to walking

And I ain't trying to hear that bulls**t b***h walk

B***h

Pimp C：

I got them b***hes popping p***y getting buck

And you know that we couldn't give a f**k

I got them b***hes on the corner selling cot

And the game that I got don't stop

I got them thug a*s n***as with the syrup

And you know that we always blowing herb

And in the club man you know we stay strapped

And b***h you know that it ain't about this rap

B***h n***as getting hit in the front

I give a f**k b***h you can hit the blunt

And everyday young boys that's paid

Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

Hold up hold up