Still Pimping The Pen

I'm still draped up and dripped out, reclining the top Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop I'mma swang on these boppers, I'mma clown these cops Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street Sippin' syrup, slangin' birds, smokin' indo sweets Out of state on that plexus, cause the plates say Texas TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley Houston, all the way to Cali, got a Ford Federalli Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk But she still gone get fucked by K Kay and the Hawk Fat Pat and Mike D, what about Poke and the Screw We gone bring her to the South and let the clique run through It's real easy to see that ain't no fuckin' with me I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke It's time to lay em down, like cards on the table Big crib, watching cat, ya gal lickin' my navel Who's the man? And who's the G? L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's me Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me Gimme cocaine and ?I'm lyrically? Pimp stars throwed his hoes in check Break a nigga neck if he don't respect Black, blue pen write down the effect Gone of the drank, got a bag of dank Playa hatin' niggas they want to try the tank I think I'mma have to kill when I come down Chrome and blades and wood wheel Pop another pill, damn fool better chill Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel Make another mil, while I pack my steel Breakin' boys off with my freestyle drill Higher than a hill, land of the trill Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, show nothin' but skills On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh On the Southside, we be blowin' on tree Pimpin' pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke Verse three of the flow, if ya hoes did know In and out the back door cause I gots to go One more time I'mma flow, I'm a freestyle pro Walkin' inside the club and dismantlin' the show Houston, Texas, is the home of the players and pimps 'Sace down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks I'm a player, I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks Word strainer entertainer in the eye of the public Niggas love me, try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject Again and again, nothing less than a win Your foe or your friend, I'mma keep pimpin' pen, pimpin' pens