All my Cali motherfuckers wave your hand like so
And all you bitches gettin' pimped give your man that dough
Yeah I walk with a limp 'cause my dick's in the way
They say I talk like a pimp but I'm a M-A-C-K
What's the difference? Both of you exploit women for cash
Exactly, but a po' pimp would sell his own ass
I never learned to simp, man, I dropped out that class
You better smoke your hemp through a oxygen mask
Before you come over here fuckin' my high up
Interruptin' your bitch while she lickin' up my nuts
I used three condoms but she let me get five fucks
Knoc-Turnal got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up
When dusk hits and I reach the club it gets exquisite
And I can give a fuck about your bitch
And which bitch she rollin' with, it's nothin' here
Both our dicks gon' spit and both of us gon' rub on her ass and tits
She mixin' up my nut in her mouth with spit
It's obvious she's in love with a mack with a big dick
I'm involved with a big clique
My music's the dealio, nympho, and she's in love with it
Watch out, all these scandalous hoes in
L.A. got me rollin' with my Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough and then clock out
I'm out to fuck hoes everyday
I fuck 'em in their house, man, I fuck 'em in their Jeep
I fuck 'em when they woke, man, I fuck 'em when they sleep
I fuck 'em in the throat, hey man, that's fuckin' deep
Like bitches that want to smoke and bitches that like to joke
Come into my house broke, lookin' for somethin' to eat
Beat it, from my wizard you get deleted
No mo' visits, you bitch, I mean it
No ho, no cry, oh here's a Kleenex, huh, here's a penis
Kiss it French or English, they say Hitt's conceited
Nah, Hitt's connected, caramel complected
College bitches get naked, jail niggas respected
Big Hitt be keepin' it western
Watch out, all these scandalous hoes in
L.A. got me rollin' with my Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough and then clock out
Then I'm out to fuck hoes everyday
I'm down for thugs and pritzy bitches
Got love for anybody gettin' riches
I feel like me and Knock the next niggas
At shows we make about eight figures
Why not, clown? Get down
Spit rounds, lounge with bad bitches blazin' an ounce
We out on the town with the whole crew passin' dick out
Get out, regard to you, him or you
Fuck your whole crew, we macks regardless
Hitman, heard? Me and you
That's it, man, on a late night rendezvous
Damn, I'm about to blow out my pants
Matter fact, we up under the club's heat lamp
Drink that and we 'bout to be out
We two or three minutes from my house
Which means I'm five or six minutes from diggin' you out
Single hoes, hood rats, your bitch and your spouse
L.A. criminal
In and out with a smile before I spout
For the meanwhile Knock and Hitt's dick is all in your mouth