Skilled Pimpin by Gimisum Family Lyrics
Remember, a pimp is only as good as his product
Now you've got to get there and get the best you can find and work those broads
Anybody can control a woman's body
But the key is to control the mind
Theses niggas drinking with they hoes
Who do they chose
Yo Ass for they riches
Yo clothes or your gold
Who knows
37,000 ? once more
Not a chance
I hope the lord was with ya
I hope they get you
Miss you
Tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it trick
You gave your life to this bitch
Come to find out that it wasn't worth it
Unless she got your kids
And keeping it real
Do my story seem real to ya
Thеse bustas tradin like they gon kill for ya
I hеard this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
We all end up in the pen
Drinking that Andrew with some rum
Trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal Mane incarcerated since the 80s
The assed out was behind me
Guards checking that red card for some commissary
I'm passin my time
Constantly lying to sister mary
Knowing all the time
Them demons really scared me
My life is hell already
My nightly dreams of freddie
The warden says tomorrow
I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit and hit the bricks
Smoking on some chronic with the warden bitch
These streets been hard from the start
Plus these bitches breaking these bustas heart
I'm calling on God but at night I'm asked to rob
That mob like niggas
Camouflaged guerrillas pulling them triggers
? kind of nigga
Stay out of my business nigga
Just ? those who crying with those at your funerals
Work them broads like nobodys ever worked them before
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
Never forget
The warden says tomorrow
It's summertime
The sun is burning hot
I'm seeing nothing but hoes as I cruise the block
I park my ride and
Stepped outside the university of Memphis
Where them college bitches
Say whats your name baby
She says my names Katie
And shes a special kind of lady
Very educated
But Katie was the kind
Scheming for mine
Shes running her line
I'm playing with Katie's mind
Katie wants to wine and dine
I'm from the project bitch
Smacking that pussy with the switch
Bad little kitty
Ask me for this pimpin
Now what about kim
My chances were slim
Until I read the book of iceberg slim
Smilin and grinning all the time
They wanna ?
Whos your so called friends
They dust for dust
Know what I'm saying
Calling that bitch up on the other end
And tell your bitch
They head split
Bustin marks from the AK
Real men don't play that way
But some of these tricks gonna witness
On this hot summer day
I ain't running from you bitches
Down with givin stitches
I'm taking the money out the vault
And smackin these bustas with my yot
Got trouble they gonna make bubbles from the lady
They crossin for these flakes
Nothing but firends thinking they straight
They think they ready for this drug powered shit
Clean cars and hits
So hug your kids
Because the gang get bigger
And Mr. Big will split your wig
Over that shit you did
My nigga
Colombian killers
I'm up in New York ho
Staring what the people wearing
? boots and ? ? suits
Smoking that ink
Fuck what you bustas think
Fuck you snitches
A toast to the bitch that boast with the most
My pimpin go coast to coast
Like Casper the friendly ghost
My hood my niggas my g's
I'm smoking them green leaves
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
Now you've got to get there and get the best you can find and work those broads
Anybody can control a woman's body
But the key is to control the mind
Theses niggas drinking with they hoes
Who do they chose
Yo Ass for they riches
Yo clothes or your gold
Who knows
37,000 ? once more
Not a chance
I hope the lord was with ya
I hope they get you
Miss you
Tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it trick
You gave your life to this bitch
Come to find out that it wasn't worth it
Unless she got your kids
And keeping it real
Do my story seem real to ya
Thеse bustas tradin like they gon kill for ya
I hеard this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
We all end up in the pen
Drinking that Andrew with some rum
Trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal Mane incarcerated since the 80s
The assed out was behind me
Guards checking that red card for some commissary
I'm passin my time
Constantly lying to sister mary
Knowing all the time
Them demons really scared me
My life is hell already
My nightly dreams of freddie
The warden says tomorrow
I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit and hit the bricks
Smoking on some chronic with the warden bitch
These streets been hard from the start
Plus these bitches breaking these bustas heart
I'm calling on God but at night I'm asked to rob
That mob like niggas
Camouflaged guerrillas pulling them triggers
? kind of nigga
Stay out of my business nigga
Just ? those who crying with those at your funerals
Work them broads like nobodys ever worked them before
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
Never forget
The warden says tomorrow
It's summertime
The sun is burning hot
I'm seeing nothing but hoes as I cruise the block
I park my ride and
Stepped outside the university of Memphis
Where them college bitches
Say whats your name baby
She says my names Katie
And shes a special kind of lady
Very educated
But Katie was the kind
Scheming for mine
Shes running her line
I'm playing with Katie's mind
Katie wants to wine and dine
I'm from the project bitch
Smacking that pussy with the switch
Bad little kitty
Ask me for this pimpin
Now what about kim
My chances were slim
Until I read the book of iceberg slim
Smilin and grinning all the time
They wanna ?
Whos your so called friends
They dust for dust
Know what I'm saying
Calling that bitch up on the other end
And tell your bitch
They head split
Bustin marks from the AK
Real men don't play that way
But some of these tricks gonna witness
On this hot summer day
I ain't running from you bitches
Down with givin stitches
I'm taking the money out the vault
And smackin these bustas with my yot
Got trouble they gonna make bubbles from the lady
They crossin for these flakes
Nothing but firends thinking they straight
They think they ready for this drug powered shit
Clean cars and hits
So hug your kids
Because the gang get bigger
And Mr. Big will split your wig
Over that shit you did
My nigga
Colombian killers
I'm up in New York ho
Staring what the people wearing
? boots and ? ? suits
Smoking that ink
Fuck what you bustas think
Fuck you snitches
A toast to the bitch that boast with the most
My pimpin go coast to coast
Like Casper the friendly ghost
My hood my niggas my g's
I'm smoking them green leaves
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit
The warden says tomorrow I'm out this bitch