Project Pat - This Pimp lyrics

Talking... [Project Pat] Hoe I know you got this loot f** around make me shoot up I'm like I'm a rocket yea I knock it when I hit them boots make that p**y wetter then running like a faucet tap though we get ya stupid then yo face is gonna get a slap thorough breds are on the map pimps are riding checky tramps prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap keep a cough drop in ya cap like the way that booty flap nine hundred every night so you know that p**y snap take me off the weight of fame Im'a let you run ya game but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame swang a fist bout a her eye kiss my dick never good-bye f** around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie biggest booty in the club-ah I'm the dad you the mother out here corning like no other you's a freaky muthaf**a what they used to say to ya hooker now they paying ya me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for [Chorus (2x):] You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip) Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip) You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip) [Verse 2] I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing b**h got a cute little face and a tight little switch getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion tired just from now cuz she a civilian not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you b**h I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe other n***as give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though hoe I'm gonna start yo a** with empty purse break you like a cash register then put in hearse conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see that I must get paid if you wants to f** with me [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3] Peter pipper beat the b**h sweeped her in the conflict through the town spit his game introduced her to a trick make-up hoe like a queen cooking cakes candy rings feeling up her p**y hole rub her for the dingalings but the hoe didn't meet her quarter so I walked out in an order break away from getting slapped start running for the border known to whip you out your draws b**h done went & told them laws got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars duck n***as hate this sh** catch'em going quack quack try snitching to a b**h trying to hold the mack back but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n head cracking in a brick wall got me in a midst brawl showing out infront of folk that'll make me k** ya'll muthaf**in a** beat ya down like ya stole something turn right around hey hoe let me hold something You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)