I'm a Hustler

[Intro: Pimp C] I stay paid and I like blades Old school cars and loving Maze I've got hoes (I've got hoes), I do shows Getting money a-, riding Rolls (riding Rolls) Keep my grind I don't, waste my time Coming up, getting down for mines [Hook: Pimp C] I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it [Verse 1: Pimp C] Deep up in the game, ain't no stopping I get my money like Johnny Guitar Watson Pimping them hoes and put the bitch on the track And tell the ho to bring all my money back I want to holler at that boy Ike Turner You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her About getting on the corner for your daddy What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy I got a yellow-ass ho that'll suck you up That'll blow in your butt ain't scared to fuck And she'll bend over, take it like a G Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C I switched my name to Jack Tripper Now the hoes trying to pull down my fucking zipper And get to that snake with the cobra head I got some homeboys doing life in the fed [Hook: Pimp C] I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it See me on the slab, whipping in the Nav' You already know I'm cooking in the lab x2 [Verse 2: Pimp C] When I was young, all I wanted was a 'lac I used to think them niggas was fiends that was blowing on the weed sack Cause all I did was cut up cheese And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease I used to have a .25 pistol But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile I tuck a AK, HK too bitch I'll hit you up, I ain't going for that ho shit Them other niggas playing games in the streets You think it's 'bout being lame and making lame beats We ain't 'bout you and them beats niggas Cause fuck boys, could easily get hit with the trigger You think you rich? But you a bitch You see me in the club check my pitch I'm down with J. Prince bitch, and you know that When we come through splitting bitch niggas hats [Hook: Pimp C] [Verse 3: Pimp C] Told you before I'm a country star In a country car Got a country ass bitch, sip country barre Got a country son, got a country chain Coming down in the car, and gripping country grain [Outro: Pimp C] Sweet Jones bitch, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout? Go out and get that shit I'm talking 'bout doing a million records independently sold, on your bitch ass So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid When you see me chopping on blades, don't rob us bitch Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em Representing that south, P.A. to be exact And ain't no gang in P.A bitch-ass nigga Ain't no blood and no Crip, fuck-ass nigga I'm Texas I told ya, bitch