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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Vocals
Namond Lumpkin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Namond Lumpkin
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
If you thinkin' 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' Yac with your cap is the perfect combo
You can be a Jane Doe if you call them po-po
(I'ma call ya 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 ya mouth, need to get ya shit straight
I'm a gorilla on the hoes, dig dat
I'm a pimp **** you ain't know? Dig dat
I'm a mack mane on the stroll, dig dat
I'm out here tryna make a ho, dig dat
'Cause I hustle on the low, dig dat
I ain't tryin' to go for broke, dig dat
So bitch, don't try me, ho, dig dat
If you do, I'ma cut ya throat, dig dat
Talkin' smart to a pimp, you done broke the first rule
I'ma come on your job, I'ma act a damn fool
When ya 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 you friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground
I got love for ya purse, meanin' 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 totin' 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
Buyin' you Taco Bell but a pimp eatin' steak
Corn bread, collard greens, chitterlings 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 dat
I'm a pimp **** you ain't know? Dig dat
I'm a mack mane on the stroll, dig dat
I'm out here tryna make a ho, dig dat
'Cause I hustle on the low, dig dat
I ain't tryin' to go for broke, dig dat
So bitch, don't try me, ho, dig dat
If you do, I'ma cut ya throat, dig dat
Mixin' game with some Yac is a deadly potion
If I hit it from the back, bitch, I want devotion
In ya 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 a damn law
'Nother **** on my phone, so I broke the bitches jaw
You done quit ya 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 ya get mo' loot with a VIP pass
Say ya ass got robbed when ya shoulda give 'em hundred?
Now you get the fuck up out of here, go and get the money
You's a dummy tryna pop, phonin' me'll get ya 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 ya throat slit
I'ma Gorilla on the hoe
Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard