Jocking My Style

[Mr. Whitefolks] Hey y'all what's happenin you understand me? You know who the fuck this is This is Mr. Motherfuckin Whitefolks, you understand me? About to hit you with some brand new intro type shit For two thousand and fo', ya understand me? Y'all ready, and it goes somethin like this What you say, what you know, ho give me some dough Don't be slow, knee deep snow Social security to Edgar Allen Poe Nina Ross payin the cost Pussy without dick is pimpin that's lost Like a cell that's tossed Kris to the Kross, I'm a player that's boss Don't care what you say about me 50 said I was a P-I-M-P It's that way Snoop, fucked your bottom bitch, Betty Boop Downtown in the loop, a loss you can't recoup Many are called but few are chosen Frostbite, and toes got frozen In here 'til closin Work keyhole, 'til I get in shape 5th Avenue parade, ticker tape Straight laced, no chase Perry Mason took your place Perform plastic surgery, you got a new face Lollipop suckers, ice cold motherfuckers Haven't paid enough dues to be in this club Had to get a six inch sub All the whiteboys think they're cooler than me Impossibly impossibility Who would you rather be facin Freddie or Jason Do you like steak sauce on your steak? Are you real or fake? I'll pour the A-1 And pimp on you, from day one [Chorus - female singers] Gimme my money, my weed, my drank - bitch! What the fuck you thank? It's, Mr. Whitefolks, and I keep it pimpin man La-da-da-deee, la-da-da-dahhh Chilly Chill, 7th Vail Kool Keith, and Mr. H Yeah yeah...