Tyrice Jones - Super Clean/Super Hard lyrics

[Intro] Good morning, hey Ya'll know who it is and ya'll know what it is Hold up, let me make it official That's right, you know who it is Mr. [?] a.k.a. The Ghetto Ain't New A.k.a. Mr. Malcolm Thermostatic A.k.a. Acer [?] [Verse 1 - k**er Mike] Pimping I'm super clean, pimping I'm super hard Ain't into pimping but love linen and super broads I'm on a super grind, I'm out here getting mine I refuse to be a beggar in a soup line I tell them "See you later motherf**ers, soup kitchen" You can catch me in the [?] slow dipping [?] corner-dipping You should see the [?] glisten, similar to [?] You should see us in the condominium with pretty women All stripping, but this player sh**, yeah we all tipping I took a bank roll, threw a couple grand Told the youngest ho, "See that's how I do my Superman And you a super girl, good hair, super curls" She was super thick and she s**ed a super dick I let her get my number told her "Hit a player later I told my wife about her and we did a 'Will and Jada'" [Hook] I'm super clean, I'm super hard An ultraviolet ray, I shine from afar b**h, don't you know who we are? b**h, don't you know who we are? I'm super clean, I'm super hard An ultraviolet ray, I shine from afar b**h, don't you know who we are? b**h, don't you know who we are? [Verse 2 - MJG] [?] I know mad hating But my infrared beam spot you like a dalmatian My Tuesday ho riding 'round with my Friday b**h That's what you call teamwork, n***a try this sh** If you a pimp pimping hard keep it pimping Working hard hoes and hard-working women I got a Caddy make a n***a want to get a Caddy A Cadillac? n***a, naw, it's a super Caddy With a super motor, it make it go super fast Give me all my money b**h ho, do the math I don't even want half, ho I want it all My money hard so I'ma sag your drawers And put your mouth up right, do it, half price Just right, two half-black and half-white Don't even act shy, ho I know you with it Do it Vivica Fox did it, reach out and get it [Hook] [Verse 3 - 8Ball] Big Ball, my girl say I got a hustle belly She like to climb on top and ride that roller coaster baby Up and down, round and round, super clean, super mean Fly like a gulf stream, purple in my bloodstream A yellow Cindarella cigarillo for my green Hit the club 30 deep like a football team Southern rap royalty, hated in the industry Ghetto superstar, number love for us in the streets Any city, any town, stick me where the 'hood at Talking 'bout my life up on this mic that's what I'm good at Still keep my heat even though I know them boys watching And it ain't nothing, took a lot for me to get it popping I'm dropping sh** on n***as talking 'bout they running thangs I'm hitting evil b**hes in the forehead with this game Lame n***as imitate but they can't do the same f** all haters, go and get your money mayne [Hook] [Verse 4 - k**er Mike] I'm player fly, I'm player fresh Fresh, dress to impress like when pimps pet the flesh Animal skins with the men from the [?] Ponyhair, [?] slippers 4X, matching vest I'm feeling good, I'm looking 'hood As I watch the world through the Benz logo on the hood Fly boy, fat boy, fat boy, fly boy I do a woman that's thick like [?] I'm starting to feel like young Willie Dynamite 32 flavours baby: got 'em black, brown, white Even got an Asian, s** is amazing Hair to her a** and I think she Malaysian Taking yoga cla**es, she said when I hit her The down south dick nearly ripped her and split her Every time I'm with her it's Grind Time Official Cause I be like "Uhh" and she be like "k**a..." [Hook] [Outro] That there we have it n***a, pimping 101, man That's right 101 from goddamn rule 1 to rule 3 Hope ya'll soaked this sh** up n***a What I want you to do if you didn't understand it cause I was going too fast for you Cause I do move at a terrific speed of one thousand thirty seven and thirty miles per hour You back that sh** up and slow it down You might have to screw it n***a