P**sy Sells - Tha Eastsidaz
L T Uh The nerve of this b**ch
A b**ch made purpose
Is to service a mac
In a skirt till her
Feet hurt workin trap
No breaks ho break mine
Or she don't sleep
P**sy just a piece
Of meat another means to eat
B**ches playin like
The wayin so I stay in the game
Pimpin hard on these niggaz
Cuz they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho
Is all a b**ch gone know
What I won't what I don't
And where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped
Broad stay in yo place
I might get the hanger
Then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for
My scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic w**d smoke
The only thing I cop to blow
Gangsta-playa paper-chasin
Break a b**ch like young
No tongue get em sprung
From the game I run
One in a million with
This pimpin Suga Free no cut
Now come up from promote
And tell these hoes what's up
Ho must've said Suga Free go
Wash yo hands I said b**ch
I'm Suga Free I wash my
Hands befo I touch my dick
B**ch I'm ceasin meanin
I'm 900-99 thousand 900-99 dollars
99 cents away from breathin
Now if she tell that her
P**sy ain't sellin she lyin
Man that b**ch is connin you
And it she say baby
Let's go get this paper
Don't playa-hater hater she tryin
Be all the ho that you can be
Oh no I ain't gone playa hate
You cuzz you dressed like you a freak
Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep"
With that pimp stick hangin
French-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident p**sy sells
You see how heavy traffic gets p**sy sells
Ni**a you lookin foe
Yo ho main p**sy sells
But you gone get plenty
Mo cuz pimpin neva fells
Ooohh venom cross my heart hope
To die stick a needle in my eye
If you didn't have Suga Free
You'd have to invent him
Got Someby Like a Mua F**ka
Me and my niggaz is hard as hell
Pimp slap a b**ch for some clientele
B**ch get me a room at a plush hotel
To hit this trick for
This lick and go get my mail
If you ever get caught
Cracked and thrown in jail
You know a ni**a comin
Throw with that bail
I put you on a track
Like that for real
And you know and I know
That p**sy will sell
Oohh She got the bomb
My b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy
Oohh She got the bomb
You want the honey ni**a
I want the money
Where ever I go it's all the same
Do the p**sy have a name yeah
But it might change da da
Dependin on the weather
Or the mood that that day
If the cat got macked
Then that fool gone pay
Now lay lay yo head on back
You down with the dogg
Then work that trap
And don't come back till you get
That scratch and bring it all to me
I put the P-I-M-P-O ology
B**ch threw a dolla at me me
I threw it back now she
Followin me ha ha ha ha
I put this P-I down
7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho
Look here miss me
It be all tipes of niggaz
That be payin for ma-dussy b**ch
There go the cona girl
Now post up
If you come back with no chips
Yo gets slapped up
I might hit you with the pimp stick
And b**ch think twice
Befo askin fo deez-nick
And the last time you had some money
Is when you stole it from yo momma
B**ch that sh*t ain't funny
Ain't funny
But a pimp like me got
Payed got payed
And a hoe like you got
Played got played
Now listen to the sound
Of the bells ring
Baby it's cash goin
On like ching ching
Get up get out and get some
You see what i'm doin bustin
On tracks to keep you f**kin
Let you tell it i'm out
Here pimpin for free
That ain't yo Goldie
I got too much hog in me
I dogg hoes like
Snoop like Snoop
Throw some lotion on yo feet
Befo you jump up in my coup beeitch
Pimpin ain't easy
But it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5 7 6 5 4 2 1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I gotta lie to ho and a wida hoe
One things for show if all fails
They go get my mail cuzz p**sy sells
Oohh She got the bomb
My b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy
Oohh She got the bomb
You want the honey ni**a I want the money
Oohh She got the bomb
Yeah my b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy
Oohh She got the bomb
Ni**a you want the honey
Fool I want the money
Yeah Tray 5 7 6 5 4 2 1 Ni**a
Pimp on In a real way
