Pimpin' & Jackin'

[C-Bo] (Too $hort) Man, it sure has been a long time mayne... you know? Got the fuck out the gate though $hort Dog, check these bitches man (Ay yo C-Bo) Ha, what is it my nigga? (What's up mayne?) Ah you know, keepin' it gangsta fo sho' (Yeah) (These niggas out here tryin' to player hate on the West man) Fuck them niggas (Spit that shit nigga) [C-Bo] I give a fuck where you from fool I'm ridin' with $hort If I step in the ring and scream kill they dyin' for sure You better ask these niggas, from high death to the top I had to answer these niggas, bone crusher blast at these niggas There ain't no fast in these niggas, all my niggas gotta eat So it's a must that I crush ki's, if I'm smearin' I dust up many Bustin' slugs up any, from The Yay to GA Heard the fed's at the house, gotta use the spray with the 'K Twenty pounds of criptonite on a plane (on a plane) Ten metrograph birds on a train (on a train) Ten years down the line doin' the same thang Nigga fresh up out the pen bangin' the same gang On parole, fo-fifth stay aimed to flame Rearrange a nigga brain, bitch we bring the pain $hort Dog my nigga, we ride 'til death do us Only way to face death is to put a teflon through us [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world Westside gon' have it, what?! Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world Westside gon' have it, uh [Too $hort] I know all about these nothin' ass hoes Niggas you can't trust and how this street life goes I gotta hustle, that's all I ever think about If I gotta stand on the corner when the fiends come out If my raps don't sell, I'm pimpin' Sonia Cause pussy never stop sellin' in California Turn a bitch into a ho... Even had a bitch rappin' in the studio Turnin' tricks, suckin' dicks in a video If you see some money you better get it ho You know I gotta eat good, this ain't no joke We got bitches, music, and we slangin' dope Up all night, tryin' to make more cash Police always tryin' to take your stash They need to just let a player do his thang Eat steak everyday and make some loose change [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world The Westside gon' have it, what?! Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world The Westside gon' have it, uh [C-Bo] It's fuck a bitch, get rich, put a snitch in a ditch Keep a clip full of hollow-tips that'll slang from the hip Fo'-fifth flame and flip, bodies like a Gotti Once my infrared spot him I rise and I got him Fuckin' with a killer, stay on the chase for the millas Fat house on the hilla, Benz truck, 20 inch wheelas 600 blunted, to the airport then scoop $hort Fat heater on lap, I dare any nigga to step forth Get smoked of course, blasted, in a casket Murder them bastards, leave the whole scene drastic [Too $hort] Jumped in the car with C-Bo, on the way to the liquor sto' Before we go get some more indo So we can smoke and ride Cause I'mma stay high for the rest of my life Independent in a major way I know you love the way us players play I wasn't born with a silver spoon, but I stay hungry Bitches hear what I say and everyday they want me [Hook: C-Bo] Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world The Westside gon' have it, uh Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin' If the music ain't stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I'm jackin' On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world The Westside gon' have it, nigga