Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Vocals
Dolby D
Scratches
Pimp C
Vocals
Tony Love
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimp C
Producer
Leroy White
Recording Engineer
Dale "Rambro" Ramsey
Mixing Engineer
Chaz Harper
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm Pimp C, bitch, so what you need?
I got some cocaine and some California weed
I feel in love with my chrome-plated bitch
Break it, make it, pop the trunk and hit the switch
Bitches jockin', **** hatin'
Drunk off gin and socko
If he keep on talking shit, I knock his meat out his taco
They think I'm playing 'cause I'm in gators and rocks
But I pop this motherfucker till it stops
[Verse 2]
So look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me, bitch, tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
[Verse 3]
Hey yo, I sips the eight plus I whips the weight
So while you trip and hate, I flips your fate
Straight to rip from rate
Say, ****, I used to cook a different skate
Now what we be scoring I make them beams triple break
Washed out up in the rippers way, making you Mr. Whipple
Take a squeeze of my Charmin
So I drive harm in
**** die for me and the killers in the sky swarm me
Some fly, charming neighborhood pimps
Take a good glimpse
Smoking on them Cali Hollywood hemps
Look at me
[Verse 4]
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me, bitch, tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me, bitch, tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
[Verse 5]
Now I done scraped and crawled
Now whip my Benz, grip my boss
Shit don't pause
Y'all **** know that I don't fuck with y'all
[Verse 6]
Fuck the laws, undercovers wanna see me stopped
Tap my phone
Follow my chrome
Another hits the block
But **** know that Port Author is too small, ****
That's why the snitches get the pistol to his Hilfiger
AK forty seven test up and I'm 'bout to bet
With a loaded automatic, if they catch me I'm going fed
What that bitch said, pimping ain't dead
I'm still getting head
Got your dyke bitch in my waterbed
Hit her from behind four or five times
Put that dick up in her spine
I done blew your bitch mind
[Verse 7]
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
When you see me, bitch, tell me what you see
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me
[Verse 8]
It's like monkey see, monkey do
So fuck you and your funky crew
You don't bang in the trunk, we do
And smoking on skunky too
Now fuck me who?
You gots me fucked up
Strong arm, your city threw them up
And leave it bucked up, maybe if you lucked up
Nah, look like you stuck, Chuck
Your men of war turned into pussies in menopause
Now how the fuck you gon' win a war?
Bitch, I'm in a car that will make you go deaf
The reason why your ho left makes you wanna go left
Whoa Nef, catch a slow death
'Cause bitch my four fell
Macking on straight smack a bum
I don't brag but I'm toe tagging 'em
Now we dragging 'em
Out the river just like the usual
Crack the brew
It keeps about fifty 'case I wanna fuck a dyke or two
Look at me
[Verse 9]
Look at him, bitch
[Verse 10]
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Bitch, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Bitch, show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Show your tattoos
Bitch
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Chad Butler