Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It ain't where I been [It ain't where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
*When the Remi's in the system
Ain't no telling will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them*
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative you saving it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you saving it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It ain't where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh
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Jay-Z
Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimping baby...
It's big pimping, spendin cheese
Feel me... uh-huh uh, uh-huh...
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah...
You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
'Cause I don't fucking need em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em looking good
But I don't fucking feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talking bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
Till I need a nut, till I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm picking 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
So you can be living it up? Shit I...
Parts with nothing, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothing, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin...
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE... check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE... check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
We doing... big pimping, we spendin cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimping, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doing... big pimping up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo... big pimping, spendin cheese
We doing - big pimping, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doing... big pimping up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Bun B
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Coming straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us coming down on yo' slab
Living ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hating I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start popping like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, getting throwed on the flip
Getting blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
We be... big pimping, spendin cheese
We be... big pimping, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be... big pimping down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
'Cause we be... big pimping, spendin cheese
And we be... big pimping, on B.L.A.D.'s
'Cause we be... big pimping in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B... nigga
Pimp C
Uh... smoking out, throwing up, keeping lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be riding Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh, now what y'all know 'bout them Texas boys
Coming down in candied toys, smoking weed and talking noise
