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Master P - Tell 'Em lyrics
Y'all done made me go back to the old me I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose [All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready [x2]] [Chorus:] Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP! I'm the only pro baller, without a contract But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up And if they go quack quack put em in the truck It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor [Chorus:] Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks I put em in the ville and we both get rich See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game [Chorus:] Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin These pimps drink out of gold cups like ?? Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there You lil fine supermodle, yea u right there |
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