Z-ro - Pimp On lyrics

[Z-Ro] Time and time again, I try to cope with being poor But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your door My daughter needs pampers and milk And my mind is confused on how we gone survive So when you me strapped it looking with a bad one You looking at the face of a desperate man I'm bringing the pain out with 45 But then I, f** around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blast Then I come through the door with a motherf**ing 4-4 I want the Rolex watches and cash, and you can call the laws I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and officers down Because it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funny What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my a** in the ground (Chorus - 2x) Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a n***a be hustling on them corners Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a n***a be moving marijuana Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Better watch your back when it get mad Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Everything in front of me's up for grabs [Z-Ro] Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle got to be wondering around, in the streets Got to feet my feet, when I steel sweets on a solo creep, nothing but a thug Should of drove to them hoes, never wanted hoes Got to keep my mind on my money, cause I got a dream While pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper land Tell me if Hilfiger chose those jeans Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me By the individual hustle, that'd pay me When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe I be creaming the f**ing, music and deep got to hit the week Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free Not the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can't stop it Got to be true to the game, never new to the game A n***a did two and a half of the game, and I show no shame Creeping your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your change Got a set of pumps and a n***a fool come through, and hit from the back Were you thinking you a g, when you f**ing that hoe But I'm laving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I'm Ready for the money like a bombs, so I said it be running out that chrome n***as be coming to the serve when I slam But they better be ready, to find them another way home When it should of got dark, for the money Got to take a n***a life in the hustle Wondering brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlines I don't want to do, no god damn fed times (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God A motherf**er where a n***a don't fight fare Sticking and moving and bobbing and weaving I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right there Selling my d** and my gorilla thugs, man it don't stop till a n***a get paid All in my homes what I'm about, trying to move an album funky like Dre But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill And my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peel Every other motherf**ing day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbing I gotta get the diamonds in the grill, and the creases And the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep popping me and ain't stopping me And everyday cause a n***a be knocking me, but I'ma plant this on a n***a Even n***a want to try me, f** around and need me here I be n***a where's your Ridgemont i.d., have a motherf**er hollering out why me And it's plain to see me losing the game, my life end Like a n***a been dying faster, feeling the pain I'm a pistol packing Christian Living the life of a hustler really don't give a... (Chorus - 2x)