[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 b**h 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-a** ho that'll s** you up
That'll blow in your bu*t ain't scared to f**
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the b**h down with Pimp C
I switched my name to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes trying to pull down my f**ing 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 n***as 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 sh** that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too b**h
I'll hit you up, I ain't going for that ho sh**
Them other n***as playing games in the streets
You think it's 'bout being lame and making lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them beats n***as
Cause f** boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich?
But you a b**h
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince b**h, and you know that
When we come through splitting b**h n***as hats
[Hook: Pimp C]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Told you before I'm a country star
In a country car
Got a country a** b**h, 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 b**h, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that sh**
I'm talking 'bout doing a million records independently sold, on your b**h a**
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me chopping on blades, don't rob us b**h
Not them phony-a** blades with no knockers on 'em
Representing that south, P.A. to be exact
And ain't no gang in P.A b**h-a** n***a
Ain't no blood and no Crip, f**-a** n***a I'm Texas
I told ya, b**h