*y'know in bein player, the new generation they don't understand what it's

Like to be a player. i mean everybody they like to be with money. so much

Money flowin around nowadays. people use money to get what they want.*



Verse 1: passion



Mo' wheeled, the bonnie & clyde

Mobbin and pumpin til the day we die

But all you haters i'm in love wit a gangsta

And i will not stop, i bet you never would've thought

I be big-time ballin, cuttin thru the halls and

Strippin with the gs, slippin niggas, please

Your baby girl's straight down with a hustler

Never gave the time of day to a buster

I'm all about pimpin and i love to mack

Can't stand a silly nigga, nah to hell with that

So i need the kind of nigga that don't see no wrong

The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on and...



Chorus: passion



Straight up it's like that i'm a baller's lady

Don't trip if you don't understand



Verse 2: passion



My nigga yeah i love him, place no one else above him

Only two in my crew, me and my true thugs and you

Straight up on the rise

You fools better recognise (spit it)

Some don't understand how it be when you roll with an og

So i gotta sneak to creep

But my nigga never sweat em but a beeyatch

Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this



Chorus x2



Verse 3: e-40, passion



Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me

Long as i keep poking up properly

So can you live up to your name girl?

I see you talk a good game girl!

If i was da seven can i get eight? (can i get eight?)

Just buy you for goodness sake

I wanna splash in hashin, *?des-o-lust?*

Free willy all up in them guts

Male chauvanist? no not me (no not me)

I put you on the track with a half a ki

Just bring me back my property and keep the rest of the money

And girl go on and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?kamale*?

As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone

All night long, right from wrong

Long range pimpin, l-r-p's

Got em over here, got em overseas



I say relate to nothing else, i need a player like myself

Because the nigga comes correct, gets off his back

A true g doin what he's gotta do

He couldn't help that shit if he wanted to

It gets mo' and mo' better in the sac

Doin it like it should be, hittin it from the back

Look at me couple more times and one of dem nigga's just a mack

Wantin the 6-9 for a minute while he's down in my lap

It's all about pimpin and he loves to mack

I'm down for my nigga cos he's straight like that

Cos he's the kind of player that don't see no wrong

The pimpin don't stop it goes on and on



Chorus x3



Don't trip if you don't understand


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