Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Premo Rice
Performer
Richard Leon Dixon Jr
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Leon Dixon Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Parking lot pimp game, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, pimp game, pimpin', parking lot pimpin'
Uh, ay, hit the parking lot, pimp game
[Verse 2]
My gator-walk slight limp, (Limp) stepping out slick
Probably fuck her mouth quick, (Hey) then your out, bitch
I'ma bust a slight move, (Move) hit a slight groove, (Slight groove)
Type, smooth, fuckin' with the right dude (Go)
Talk that talk, (Hey) chickens get bought (Don't play around)
Get chalked, (Huh) bitches in bulks (Ay)
Get it wholesale, (Wholesale) hotel (Hotels)
Top shelf, (Ay) pockets on swell (Uh)
I'ma pimp clean (Pimp clean) get seen (Uh)
Snap and roll steeze, (Roll steeze) ho, please (Please)
Bitch, I'm big mack, (Big mack) don't get slapped (Uh)
Keep 'em intact, (Intact) that's big facts (What you say?)
Shoutout all my mami's gettin' food stamps (Straight finesse)
And your bank account got a few bands (Straight finesse)
Bouncing to da ounce, in a new trance
Stunting for the summer wit' your new man
[Verse 3]
Maybe I need to take a trip, mane? (Trip mane) Huh
Out to California, ('Fornia) ay
We smoking on the finest piff, mane, (Piff, mane) huh
You know you wanna join us, join us, hey
I think I end up here again, mane (Again, mane)
I probably hit my lil' slim thang, (My slim thang) hey
I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane (Slim, mane, huh)
It's all about that pimp game, (Pimp game) hey
Uh, what you say?
[Verse 4]
Now, now, Rice, I know you've been on your smooth shit
Most of the time, man, and that's cool, bro
But you need to let these hoes know what the fuck you talk about, man
You need to turn this mother fucker up a little bit, man
Let these **** know what the fuck you saying for real, man
[Verse 5]
Well, dis bitch, dat ho, (Ho), make her Tootsie Roll (Roll)
Gettin' to the guap, (Uh-huh) I'ma setup shop
Versace loafers, (Uh) on ya sofa (Mmm-hmm)
Pouring Perrier (For what?) for the soldiers
Night shiftin' graveyards, (Graveyards) moving eight broads (Eight broads)
OG Mackin' shit, (All right) pull your player card
Troops, get the damn loot, (Get the loot) lemme get 'em, shoot
Talking out of place, (Bitch) you going get the boot (Bitch)
Do a somersault (Do a somersault)
Acrobatic pimp, making pussy walk (Make it what?)
Dropping hella gems, can you fuckin' hear? (Can you hear, bitch?)
Shining on the blade, player of the year
[Verse 6]
Maybe I need to take a trip, mane? Huh
Out to California, hey
We smoking on the finest piff, mane, huh
You know you wanna join us, hey
I think I end up here again, mane
I probably hit my lil' slim thang
I move a hoe like Fillmore Slim, mane, huh
It's all about that pimp game, hey, uh, what you say?
[Verse 7]
Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, right there
That's, that's what the fuck I needed right there
That's what these hoes needed in this mother fucker, man
Ay, man, keep sending shots to the goddamn DJ booth
You know what I'm sayin'? It's the motherfuckin' chateau
It's a night, at the goddamn chateau
It's your boy, DJ Mo Green, in this motherfucker
You know what I'm saying? I'ma keep spinnin', we gon' keep winnin'
These haters are gonna keep grinnin', you dig?
Written by: Richard Dixon, Richard Leon Dixon Jr