P

Just 'cause I pimp, I didn't want my son to pimp

'Cause it didn't necessarily mean he was gon' make it like me

Didn't want my daughter to be a hoe 'cause she might not been able to make it

(Oh, she would've made it alright)

Well, we'd have to give her some direction

You know I ain't mad at her

Don't let this glamor, these perls and these diamonds and these tailor-made suits

And gaitors and fame I got here

(Hey, hit up some of the old heads)

Don't let 'em, don't let her fool you, man

(Didn't come with all of this) (Cookin Soul)

Fuck, what you nigga talkin' about you gotta pay? (Shit)

Rap don't work push based like the '80s (what?)

She cookin', she cleanin', her head is amazing (shit)

Cookies and the Wood got me lookin' like a Asian

Four thick queens got me beatin' up the pavement (goddamn)

When this come on, the real P's go crazy (ay)

Give the ho my number, never hit her, I'm shady (shit)

My life's down mainly, you broke hoes lazy?

Meet me outta Houston, my life's so therapeutic (uh)

You got a book while shootin', these young nigga's stupid (yeah)

Living like a Jewish, spend it then recoup it (uh)

To make the money triple, you gotta stay consistent (yeah)

Quit worrying 'bout these bitches, these bitches opportunists

All women not bitches? Your homie might not be loyal

Catch me slidin' through the city, it'll never be the same (yeah)

One hand on my .40 (shit), the other hand on the game, damn

Hey, whatchu sayin' 'bout a train?

'Cause my pimpin' is on the loose

Gettin' off the engine, all a hoe got to do is be the motherfucking caboose

Young blood? Believe that, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, you know, I'm always in motion just like the ocean

All the bitch's gotta do is come on and drink some of my pimp love potion

Yeah, it's a whole lotta outta pocket shit goin' on

Hoes with other hoes, you know

Hoe ain't big enough to get no man, but she got to go through us

You know, that's really fair

Know the youngin understand female with pussy hair to be with us

I used to want that Range 'fore I went and bought that Benz (shit)

I never in my life thought that I would have a kid (fuck)

Trappin' all the night 'til a nigga get the rent

On the West Coast for some nice shit is 26

And that's for one room, pay the shit early 'case I slip

Drop my Bimmer at the dealer, take my bitch on a trip (ay)

Pull up on my nigga Ray, went and got my diamonds ish (shit)

My bitch do the Saint Laurent, I do Givenchy when I kick it

Despise all the bullshit, I really did it by myself (uh)

I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, yeah, I'm biggin' up myself (yeah)

I'm always puttin' business first, 'cause they'll play you if you let 'em (uh)

Outta sight, outta mind, shit, I might pull up in a Jetta (yeah)

Real nigga never show they hand, you niggas trippin'

I got these bitches going hiking, gettin' drunk and skinny-dippin' (whoo)

Still got the same vision, crystal and fried chicken

Frisco had been my great T-shirt Frisbee (shit, ow)

Damn

This if for the-, my black brother and my white brother

If you can dream it, you can have it

If you can see it, you can have it

If you can feel it, you can have it

All you gotta do is believe, no matter what you do, just believe

I got that to say to 'em all around the world