1 Time 4 Pimp

[Intro: Skeme & Snoop Dogg] This part of my show right here we call this "finish the sentence" I'm a start it, you finish it "If I could share a double cup, I would share it with..." R.I.P to Pimp, to this day Pimp C fan for life I was a UGK kid [Verse 1: Skeme] I've been through hell and back, chasing heaven on earth Put my all in this shit for whatever it's worth A nigga play about mine, leave you dead in a hearse Two hundred dash on this bitch, hundred clip in a [?] Got the money comin' in each way Real nigga, keep a pistol for a keepsake I've been that boy, that what the streets say I'm balling, every play I make is worthy of a replay This is how it go and how it is My mind locked in, I stand rich steady stacking, watching grown men act like kids Laughing while these rappers yapping, I know they ain't with the biz Road to the riches, ask niggas what's the hold up Half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up Twenty chains on a nigga neck, got me glowed up Where you niggas from, any answer get a "so what" Crooked [Bridge: Pimp C] I don't give a fuck about hip-hop cause I ain't made none of that shit You niggas been sayin' we wasn't real hip-hop from the beginning of time They say we wasn't real hip-hop cause we don't have no backpack [?] motherfuckers tell you something for so long let you know they don't want you Know what I'm saying? After a while a nigga don't want to be down to bitch-ass niggas no more [Verse 2: Skeme] It's me and mine over you and yours I'm getting mine, give a fuck with what what you doing with yours This the type of flow to pay the bill off This the type of flow a young nigga made a mil' off That G shit be what my niggas get a thrill off Fuck all of the phonies and the frauds, I'm a real boss Talking about cash, I'm a do the whole dash Hop right off in that European monster then it peels off We don't fuck with sucker niggas like they five-o I can snatch bitch with my eyes closed If she ask me for money, tell her "bye, no" Still jump off in that pussy from the top row I'm the motherfuckin' man, fuck a nigga sayin' Throw off a nigga plans, I'm a get to sprayin' Hit the corner with the [?] rap it in saran I never bitch about the cards, I just play the hands [Bridge 2: Pimp C] Get your mind on your shit, you can have some too But you got to come down here and buy you some bitch I'm talking about straight business man I know they don't like me They be all on the internet talking about the Pimp You know what though, bitch? Till you put your real motherfuckin' address and phone number on that shit You ain't sayin' nothing nigga, hidin' behind them e-mail address You a hoe [Verse 3: Skeme] Lookin' like a walking, talking brick nigga Ten chains, tell your bitch take a pic nigga I go walking in any club and take a pic nigga I've been on five for a while, living lit nigga I'm just trying to get rich, take a risk nigga Ball like Kobe, codeine OD out my piss nigga I hate a trip, I pop 'em quicker than a zit nigga Fuck your favorite rapper, bet I knock him off the list nigga Me and my bro gon' fuck the hoes and yell switch nigga I'm 'bout that dope, 'bout that cheese, leave you Swiss nigga S-G-O-D-B or dig a ditch nigga It's a motherfuckin' gang not a clique nigga I'm the motherfuckin' truth, game sucker proof Mardi Gras beads for the coupe with the missing roof Sipping on that juice, get the loot, what you nigga do? Top floor where the guap gave the boy a different view [Outro: Pimp C] Bitch ass niggas, well guess what? We ain't real hip-hop down here nigga Nigga stay up there where you at With your funny ass cars and funny ass houses nigga We down here have everything nigga I've been driving Cadillacs since I was fifteen years old bitch Get your mind on your shit, know what I'm talking about? For real and I ain't mad at nobody cause you know what? The real rappers that gettin' money ain't hating But you know who cryin'? Them bitch-ass niggas that can't sell no records man They cryin' cause they can't sell no records right now You niggas friendly as a box of [?]