East Side Boyz - Contract lyrics

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net Sell the b**h p**y till it's drip drop wet You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet Dig this here man Like my n***a Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about Only time a b**h get off is when a b**h run off, you know what I'm talking about Hey man, you understand me Master constitution for the prostitution And let prostitution be the only solution Please believe it, you understand it, b**h, you know my choosing fee b**h It's a lifetime, b**h of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about Yeah, b**h you know what I'm talking about Don coochie hole b**h, better known as pimp coochie hole Pimpin' Ken the Don in this sh** ho You know what I'm talking about, yeah Milwaukee, Wisconsin you f**-a** b**h [Dirty Mouth] As I pull up to the club Jumping out of the Jag 24's still spinning with a dealership tag Brand New Bright leather guts and pearl blue These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind As I stroll to the front of the VIP line Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star Haters checking me out Now tell me what's that about? I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out Sipping on the Crystal b**hes wanna get wild Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style These b**hes calling, asking where the after party The Emba**y Suites downtown, room 112, my darling Bring your friends so we can let this party begin And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can f** till the end [Jazze Pha] Hey b**h, sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah) Hey b**h (hey b**h) sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause now you're mine [LA] Just pulled up at the club I'm flyer than a motherf**er Damn, why they staring? ho, sh** I'm the motherf**er Not the front door We better go through the back See, that was back then, now look where we at Straight to VIP, my n***as, man we deep You gonna go through 2 or 3 Before you get to me The b**h, and she a G and said "what's up for later?" I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" And motherf** the hater It's about this making paper And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor I ain't got love for n***as cause all they try to do is cake her I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter You goddamn right, I'm a motherf**er player So tell me how you want it You riding? Get up on it I ain't f**ing with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real [Jazze Pha + Lil Jon] Hey b**h (hey b**h), sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah) Hey b**h (hey b**h) sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause now you're mine [Lil Jon] Hey, hey b**h Hey b**h get up it's time to go to work Time to go to work b**h, it's your boy Lil Jon Never will I love a b**h Why would I trust a b**h? Always gonna dog a b**h They only good for s**ing dick Or riding on a n***a co*k Trying to get a n***a stock I'm never gonna break bread Not even for a little head I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho Always gotta break ho, down to the f**ing floor You step up, I'll let you know It's MOB, BME P to the I to the M P No, I'm Southside Sorry, b**h, you better pay me [Big Sam] Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap Cause I don't love a b**h and won't save a b**h If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense I'll mack a b**h and I'll pimp a b**h As long as she making me filthy rich [Don P] Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth So I'm flushing money quickly out these b**hes' bank accounts After that I bounce To another ho, in a totally different city For a whole other show They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "b**h, where my dividends?" "You always out of town" I say, "b**h, where my dividends?" "You probably in the club" I say, "b**h, where my dividends?" You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your a** again I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard" That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall Cause I have to ball, there's no other way Even if the b**h's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day [Jazze Pha + Lil Jon] Hey b**h (hey b**h) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) Cause you belong to me (you my b**h now) Hey b**h (hey b**h) sign your name on the dotted line (right here) Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho) [Lil Jon] Get your a** up [Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)] If you get out line, I'm a slap you out I'm a slap you out I'm a slap you out Better have my money (you better have my money, b**h) Cause you signed your name on the dotted line So get off your a** and get on the grind (Get up, get out there and make my motherf**ing money, right now) Forgot what I am, b**h? What am I? I'm a pimp in every inch of the word Every inch of the verb Every inch of the curb I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby Better believe it (please believe it) Hey, yeah If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what) Everyday from me (from a real motherf**ing pimp) But b**h that's all I can see Any day of the week, when you f**ing with me [Outro: Lil Jon] If you f**ing with me, you better get your a** out there And make that motherf**ing money Rain, sleet or snow Rob, steal and k** for a motherf**ing pimp like me, ho