T-Rock - Same Thing lyrics

[C-Mob - Verse 3] Come f** with a pimp, from the Midwest, been blessed, and ya impressed by the dick yes I stroke with a limp Cause my dick, heavy hit, steady get, when the girl s** on the tip, which ya s** on the simp And you need a man who can put the dick down from day to night, who's game is tight? I shoulda been a plumber cuz a mothaf**a know how to lay the pipe, imma beast in the bed But really it's forever we can take it to the kitchen we can do it outside in the Caprice givin head Then when I'm done I can get back on the grind in the streets gettin bread, imma cease when I'm dead I gotta get my money under any condition cuz this life's like a chess game Baby girl, wait for me to focus on the pleasure in life and have me feelin like my mind's on the less strain Beatin the p**y the best thang for a stressed brain, as soon as after the s** came, you're a next blame Imma be off to the next dame, with the best grains, bendin her over my desk mane, givin chest pains Dick so deep, you feel it in ya stomach and ya chest so deep put ya a** to sleep Imma put the dick on a b**h so good, and I'll have that a** tryin to come back for weeks I really like chicks with cla** indeed, but when I get drunk I'm fast to chief And after freaks, and no matter when I'm f**ed up, on the liquor I have to creep I mash ya meat, I'm the one that'll make ya come again and again and it must've Felt so good now when you think about me you put yo hand in ya panties and touch yaself