Kurupt - Sweet Love lyrics

[Intro] When you make the Kool-Aid You put your own amount of sugar in it Sweet, sweet love to your taste To your own specifications Now tell Kool-Aid, how much you want How much can you flaunt (Tell em' b**h) One scoop or two (Yeah) Sweet, sweet love When your rolling down the street (Errr!) On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want (How much you want b**h) And you got a beat that goes with it Sweet, sweet love And she says I want it all And you know it's Kool-Aid in her tank And your fixing to ride the stripes away To sweet, sweet love Take that thong off (Take it off) And let me touch your thighs (Touch the p**y) While we roll, I promise to keep my eyes on the road While I'm touching that sweet, sweet love To your specifications, to your gratifications Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac Your pleasure is mine Like when a who*e goes out to who*e And bring you back all the money That's sweet, sweet love Don't try it and even put some stricknyne in this Kool-Aid This ain't no Jim Jones thing This is just sweet, sweet, love [Daz Dillinger] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I met her back in the day Knew how much the b**h weighed and payed It was sort of like a masquerade Fake suede boots and Cadillac coupes swoop the boulevard (Err!) In hot pursuit and we ain't afraid to shoot From hotel to motel, for the highest clientele You and you, I give a f** how the p**y smell Heads to tails, the b**h bail with limp With a hell of a limp, see on that gangsta tip C-notes, fifties and tens we cashed in Bought a brand new Benz on gold Lorenzos rims Anything I want my b**h gon' go out and get it Hustle round and swear that a real pimp is his business Who got the floss and ball to rise and fall If a b**h wanna do it she gon' f** em' all Dog, dog what up, Kool-Aid pimpin' keep on dippin' Sippin' yac with a yamp, puttin' hoes on they back It's like that [Hook] Everyone wanna know how a pimp can do his thing Ridin' sly, gettin' high b**hes on the corner sellin' p**y tonight HEY! Everyone wanna know how a pimp can do his thing Ridin' sly, gettin' high Got plenty of my b**hes sellin' p**y tonight HEY! [Rappin' 4-Tay] Tapped in with this baller I met, pushin' the Vette He moved to California said he ain't got searched yet Ah, she gon' blow ya socks off And peal them rocks off Bring em' home to daddy, so saddy Pimp in the Caddy Keep my hand on the gun Cause they got me on the run Menage trois in the telly Anaconda all in the belly She gon' serve four tricks And s** some more dick Homie this a bad b**h Better than average King Bing, Don Bishop, and White tie Gotti Feel more slim than the Max to skip and dump the body P-I-M-P, young G's, O.G.s [JT the Bigga Figga] Fleetwood bronze, mobile phones and O-Zs n***a Daz Dillinger feelin' ya every time you bust Playa discussion, "Kuruption" just like Kurupt Fifty toes on the corner, block hatin' is irrelevant They sellin' it, motherf**er are inhalin' this Here pimpin' [Hook] Me and my homies we pimp the same ho Pimp the same ho, ridin' through slow Blaze through third and first and do what ya do I done, done I done, done Pull up and wrap the shotgun They know me Gotti, she know we pimpin' and never slippin' I pimp hoes on the side, side Side, ride, slide provide applied Upped the supplied supply Swats, I gave it my own try Improvise, be saddled up pimpin' hoes worldwide Smack the b**h, smack the b**h Take the b**h money, money That's my grip the b**h get Shakin' that lil' limp skinny a** body the b**h got Turnin' the Gotti on the co*k And make the b**h hit the block, I'm tired of these hoes Now a days fallin' crawlin' ah b**h come on b**hes reconsile, ball and gobble and gargle And swallow and her name was Tina Where's the b**h Known through the hood by the way she blow dicks Pimpin' ain't sh** to pimp Pimp on pimp, pimp [Hook]