that hoe your friend? You ain't 'posed to bring her home, what do you show her in? I was like show her in, never that, oh no Anybody in the streets know that that
ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger so go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick
's cuffin' them too 'Cause I'm a mack, the whole world knows that I'm in the house, you better hold your hoes back Fuck Short, that's what the bitch'
All the time, gettin mine That's why I'm pimpin' That's why I'm pimpin' All the time, gettin' mine That's how we do it, straight pimpin' All the time
se lo llevan todo Llama al babalaow preguntale por un depojo Pero tu no puedes con los lobos Everything that I do, do Everything that I say, say Everywhere that
finish. (yeeeah!) Roll like thick I got that holla back. (yeeeah!) - Make her wanna follow that! (yeeeah!) Look daddy, no hands! - Can you handle that
is crisp, velour stop at the wrist Watch is involved, talk to me Trick Daddy I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy son, Can't believe you
my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing
Sup pimps? Pimps ain't pimpin' Now that's why they got to get out the game Women have mo' money than the pimp, ain't that cold? Hoe have mo' money than
) [Trick Daddy] Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks That lady about seventy-five years old That
hustlin' 'cause we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest Radio gon' play this regardless S-N-S, bust like an SKS Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes) [Hook] [Trick Daddy] Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran And I come through in that
be a ho, nigga that's in the game So all you niggas that be taking them out and buying thangs That's less I got to do plus that bitch fed I get her for
I bet u I bet u he the daddy) U got him messed up and I'm telling u probably had a bunch of men running the train on u what they call that ol' manaze
get on up!!! Oakland, get on up!!!! Detroit, get on up!!! Dallas, get on up!!! St. Louis, get on up!!!! Baltimore, get on up!!! L.A. get on up!!! New York, get on up!!! [Trick Daddy
drop it, drop it, drop it, that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it, that ain't
half, do the 'vert, and I left Bet the Ave never seen bags chunky as that Why you got pressure? 'Cause my Impala got pressure Beating outside, shaking the dice on my dresser Is that
I just want you to know That I don't trust you but I need you And I can't let you go no And baby I just need you to promise me That you won't hurt me
home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back And I mean that bitch Anything I own I'm taking all that shit