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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
Namond Lumpkin
Namond Lumpkin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Namond Lumpkin
Namond Lumpkin
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

If you thinking I'm straight then you better think twice Say you ain't got no cheese then I'm Jekyll and Hyde 'Bout to click on this bitch 'cause she need to learn me Beat her with my pistol when I thought she burned me It's the first of the month, you can call me Sambo I'ma dick this ho down 'cause I like to gamble In her purse I ramble, on her head I trample Where the hell the damn dough, old silly ass ho You know green I'm gon' blow and I like to toot snow Sippin' Yak with your cap is the perfect combo You can be a Jane Doe if you call the po-po (I'ma call your momma up) bitch, that's a no no Don't get personal, I'll never let go If you did wanna run, you'll get beat to the flo' I'ma gorilla pimp you can call me great ape Knockin' teefus out your mouth need to get your shit straight I'm a gorilla on the hoes (dig that) I'm a pimp nigga, you ain't know? (Dig that) I'm a mack mane on the stroll (dig that) I'm out here trying to make a ho (dig that) 'Cause I hustle on the low (dig that) I ain't tryin' to go for broke (dig that) So, bitch, don't cut my throat (dig that) If you do, I'ma cut your throat (dig that) Talkin' smart to a pimp, you done broke the first rule I'ma come on your job, I'ma act a damn fool When your boss walk in, I'ma play it off cool If he step in our biz, I'ma slap his ass too All that loud talkin' ho need to gon' settle down 'Fore your friend have to pick your ass up off the ground I got love for your purse, meaning that I love you Married to this cheese first and I'm screamin', "I do!" No money for a mack mean drama for a ho Paramedics toting you through the trauma centre do' Busted lips, broken leg, but I got my bank roll Tried to put a struggle up so she got her eye swoll Buying you Taco Bell but a pimp eating Steak Corn bread, collard greens, chit-a-lings on my plate Always late for a date and she always trippin' She can hate my fuckin' guts but she lovin' my pimpin' I'm a gorilla on the hoes (dig that) I'm a pimp nigga, you ain't know? (Dig that) I'm a mack mane on the stroll (dig that) I'm out here trying to make a ho (dig that) 'Cause I hustle on the low (dig that) I ain't tryin' to go for broke (dig that) So, bitch, don't cut my throat (dig that) If you do, I'ma cut your throat (dig that) Mixin' game with some Yak is a deadly potion If I hit it from the back, bitch, I want devotion In your pussy strokin', ho a pimp is spoken DOA if you try to play my emotions I'ma crack a ho's dome I ain't broke the damn law 'Nother nigga my phone, so I broke the bitches jaw You done quit your damn job, and you need to start hoin' Boostin' clothes, playin' tricks 'cause a pimp ain't goin' In the club shakin' ass, they can bring plenty cash But you get more loot with a VIP pass Say your ass got robbed when you shoulda give 'em hundred? Now you get the fuck up out of here, go and get the money You's dummy tryin' to pop, phoning me'll get you killed Bitch, I ain't the chargee, I'ma charge you for real So don't get it twisted, I'm the pimp, you the bitch Either bring the loot quick or you get your throat slit I'm a gorilla on the hos
Writer(s): Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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