Emile Haynie - Pimpin' Chipp lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, them n***as talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right? Real lyrics, well here we go, I'mma tell you a little story That's right, watch this sh**, n***a, here we go, ya'll, your a** Yeah, we write for days, hot sh**, uh-huh Dope, d**, s**, murder, King James version [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp He walk with a limp, had b**hes on the payroll He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police Jim Brown was his man, his brother was m**m, they tried to convert him And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks With two attempts on his bottom b**h, her name was Precious Silky skin, priceless p**y, she took karate Her bubble a** got Pretty Chipp rich You can smell her perfume on every street corner A s**y muthaf**a with the mean face on her Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring s** Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, b**hes is fortune slang Control the south side, her name rings Lookout for the black cherry p**y extortion Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie In the purse, fifty thou' in cash Pa**ed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers f** the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy b**hes never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby I'm a loyal b**h, and chicks can't stand me, pimps They know I'm ill, that's why they never put hands on me From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney Frank War told me, C.C. get that money My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back Cause these n***as don't know how to act At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me b**h just get in the car, cuz I want you to swallow I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy' He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro (Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk Cuz I'm Chipp's b**h, we dine and resort Only n***a ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork [Outro: "Cookie"] And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby f** them other pimps, they ain't got sh** on you, daddy