Kingpin Skinny Pimp - Another Riot (remix) II lyrics

(feat. Whip) [Talking..] [Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Let's start another riot cuz you can't hide Throw your hoods in the sky if you wanna be down with mine Pimp gangstas from the south gold grill in my mouth Tatted out hustler Skinny Pimp talking about Fake tricks in the game acting lame laying 'em down To the ground insane when we clown I ain't changed Still buck too buck North Memphis area Where I'm from you heard of us haters getting scarier My cousin Quan in the penitentiary and my Uncle Joe And I'm in for the ballers and mobsters on the dance floe You wonder how I'm blowing up I take care of my biz And I be tearing up the club to make my bank account thick We starting a riot be aware of the game to hang around pimps that bang we Watching your set Now don't throw it up and if you ain't with it quick it or you gon get wet Now make your money and don't sneak and try to diss me We finna start another riot live in your city, fool.. [Chorus x4] Let's start another riot in this junt If you crunk I know you with it I know you with it [Whip] Aggravated mind stated but under gunning Dropping serious (edit) to have they call me the Tin Turner Pa** the blunt of the gan weed I need to hit it Whip and Skinny Pimp collabos dropping this real (edit) From Detroit to Memphis and Dre click up This track so I can Skinny Pimp this and represent this Midwest state is getting creative check the mitten No bull(edit) causing a riot when I be spitting Keep them amped up dropping bomb rhymes load and blow cans up Keep your hands up I'm ripping this mic you know the man's up Riot like it's 2000 G I'm grabbing the mic splitting the crowd like Moses split the Red Sea Vigilante know who the man be Microphone a**a**in blasting emcees I'm dea...... (Talking) [Chorus x4] [Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I'm coming up in this game see I was a long way from home I'm packing my nuts tryna make it knowing though I have to fire that chrome I'm drinking that Mo and mixed with Zay hanging in Houston kicking with fakes Dirty South hold me straight and we never act fake Jumping on that thug and I showing no mercy I'm breaking laws like Three 6 Gimisum Army got my back with the infrared on them gats Beware black KKK don't stumble or fall We cracking jaws when we rumble throwing your head thru the wall Guests walking backwards in the crowd screaming "Yall ain't no k**as!" Thugging and swinging at your mug like on Jerry Springer All races yall invited stomp stomp on the floe Even white people hype like a Van Helen show Multi-platinum producer L.A.J. got 'em crunk Ruthless beats be for the streets and knock a hole in your trunk I'm coming up wilder than ever before look at the Billboard Stars we running my money Got love in the game got stronger the whole crowd buck jumping, til the New Beginning.. [Chorus til fade]