True Romance

[Verse 1] Chilling with my bitch named Sandy She will ride or die because I'm her only family Mama popped a pass bout the time she was pissing in her panties She ain't have a role model, so I put her on A couple things that might come in handy Pass the nigga up, let him tickle your fancy If you need a lookout, then imma' send Candy But look out for the cops, do your bid, she can watch [Hook] I'm something like American dream, it's the P.I.M.P American dream, I got bitches over seas American dream And her life was a nightmare, then she woke up I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out [Verse 2] Chilling with my bitch named Peaches Put her down with me, cause she tired of the leeches When she hit the streets, the John's go speechless They be like a-yo, nah nigga she my new hoe, you see But Peaches got a problem No baby father, two kids growing up in Harlem And my Navajo, say she think she's got the monster Well, Peaches I feel bad, but keep bringing daddy dollars Keep making papa cash [Hook] [Verse 3] Chilling with my bitch named Crystal If you need a hooker, she's the one to fix you But she keep it real, always carry her pistol Be careful what you do, the wrong move will kill you Bad on the outside, bad in the backseat Sex is a weapon, that's my girl if you ask me Never been married, never been loved That's my pussy, keep doing your job [Hook]