Sumn' Like A Pimp

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (x2) I put some new shits on my ride, hit the block Bet you if I turn the beat up I can make 'em bop Got me saying, who the fuck you be? Bitch, you know me Who the fuck? Who-who the fuck you be? Bitch you know me I'm sum'n like a pimp [Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] I'm whipping something inconspicuous Got something pumped back at my house that be so ridiculous And he's a piece or stick of this My car door open like a butterfly, wonder why I get them broads open then I tell her bye (tell her bye) Now she's stuntin' in the front seat with a baller goin' places Looking at my interior, baby makin' funny faces Bump the stereo, here we go, speed up the scenario Loosen her up with fruit juice and Caribou to boost her up Can I get it? (Good) Baby looking at me like nobody ever hit it (good) Grip it, (wood) It's too easy for my pimpin' like I never even did it, (stood) It's something sharper than most, girlies flocking to me Like I'm dropping dollars off in Barbary Coast Now it's time for us to go, we switched from eighty-fours to blades I put my car up on display and skate out like the Ice Capades Cause I'm living good now, see me grippin' wood now I'm something like a pimp and I'mma make it understood now [Hook] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] It started back in 1985 Seventh grade, I started lookin' bitches in they eye Play game off in they brain like how to get 'em on they backs now Thanks to my Uncle Ike, I'm puttin' macks down Aye, I get up in that-that, sit up in that cat Did up and then get blowed, literally, livin the ladies And livin' la vida loca la coca la lavish and get chose Can't a woman get me up outta a system I see 'em, sick 'em, it's systematic to set up a strow City slicker then sicker to seek a psycho set of sot Or I say a super synapses speaking of she showed Hoes, everywhere I go, they show those T-N-A, like, every day, mane, that's my logo She laid me and drink my babies, take my mojo With my Mercedes, backwards 80, chrome four-door Tech N9NE, KC king, Paul Wall, hey, he bling Krizz Kali, may he sing till all of these B's bring ch-ching Then it's steak and shrimp, no one's exempt I'm a playa, ho, but something like a pimp, pimp [Hook] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] I'm sitting down in pimp mode, my trunk bump like a lymph node The boppas gaze and haters haze, I'm playa made with hemp roll I pull up and make the wimps fold, my wide body big blimp ho That fifth drop down, look to the floor, the trunk glow, I'm so throwed I'm candy red like Elmo, me a simp? Oh hell no! Just ask your girlfriend, she'll know, I got her stuck like Velcro I put 'em under my spell, bro, my macking game is real cold I'm crawling round the parking lot in a 'lac dial-up Dell slow Catch a glimpse of this thug prince with Purple Rain up in my cup When it get tense I never flinch that hunter pinch is by my gut What the fuck? Oh that's a nine, that broad with me? Oh that's a dime That Cadillac that's double parked and dripping stains? Oh yeah, that's mine Boys know that I'm bout that bread, boppas know they got to give head And haters know bout the infrared, that leave 'em dead and full of that lead I'm one hundred and full of bread, I'm Paul Wall, I'll hold it down You know me I'm getting mine, that paper and them dimes [Hook]