[Hook: Yukmouth] {x2} Anything goes when it comes to hoes cause big pimping ain't easy (That's right) (Unless you breezy) Na, na, na, na, pimping ain't easy (That's right it ain't easy) Big pimping ain't easy (n***a is you breezy?) [Verse One: Yukmouth] I come in strapped with twin stacks of G's like Siamese (WHO-HA!) Then I Busta Rhyme to make your motherf**ing spine bleed Stomp in the 90's like Yo-Yo, fo' sho' yo' n***a smoke the greenery bomb leaves Walk like zombies under the palm trees f** Armani No Versace, me and my posse be sloppy drunk off the 'Ra**i Pissing in the lobby And I be on some new improved big sh** Making moves till I come through draped in j**els like Slick Rick How is it that Gold Mouth, AKA Yuk, but you can call me Yak For the way I blaze up sacks back to back And knock the cool off you conjack, Lee Mannie Ain't he that n***a balling outta control like Lee Haney I'm on swole Detainee on parole, catching felonies Selling D in the O.A.K.L.A.N.D. inhaling thee chron chron One stop beyond the bomb sh**, bionic B.I. step aside and Let Me Ride like The Chronic Now who is these b**hes trying to smoke some weed with my crew? And my n***a Dru You never knew I hung with players with waves like Amadeus Just sporting my A's hat, f** The Raiders Captain Save Us, handcuff your hoes right now If you a player, n***a put your mack hand down Fo' sho' I say the funky rhymes to make the hoes get naked in the Lexus No mo' than fo' minutes and some seconds [Hook] [Verse Three: Poppa LQ] Now I'm live and in flesh in 3D Better yet, ca**ette or CD, broadcasting from the S.C Strapped, ya best be, if ya plan to test me Fall asleep and d**h is definitely your destiny I slides like ice and rolls like dice On these fraudulent, overpriced, female parasites I bubbles like Moet and spit my game rapid fire like a tec To make all these b**hes panties sweat Shaking the rookies Distributing my cavi cookies And stabbing nothing but top notch imported p**y They think they speed balling but they really speed falling Going shopping with the profits they supposed to recop with And faulty n***as worst habit is rushing to touch and get it When they know they can't afford to have it I'm kicking b**hes outta my stable cause they ain't able To match what I'm bringing to the table And broke hoes is a no no fo' sho' bro Players are bankrupt from letting b**hes free load These boutique n***as don't want no mail They'd rather floss but when they go broke They run around like chickens with their heads cut off The Feds on his back, repo the Ac' Escrow the black, plus hit 'em with the RICO Act Imagine that, n***as hustling backwards now-a-days But I ain't moving unless I'm getting f**ed or getting paid [Hook]