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Gangsta Pat - I Let'em Know lyrics
f/ Thug Passion Ya see, where I'm from, it's mainly all about... Pimpin' and hoin' Thug Passion rock [Thug Passion] I let's em' know when I hit the door I ain't funny bout my money, what they hittin' for Young buck stop smilin' ain't nothin' funny bro Ya best drop off that cash or get that ass choked Cause this here, be some real Dirty South shit Young chick quick to pump his little wig quick Known to infiltrate and get him for his cash quick And leave him asshole naked with his dick hard, can't fuck shit That buck shit I be doin' got these niggas pursuin' But they can't understand this pimp shit that madam be doin' Like puttin' these streaks on the house like lil' dirty hoes Make him shake his ass for cash and come up outta his clothes Oh, don't act surprised like the heat here you wrote Cause you know those hoes, those hoes, cause you a dirty ho So pay what chu' weigh and drop it off nigga They don't cop and mouth for nothin' so shit how you figure I let em' know [Hook x2: Gangsta Pat & (Thug Pasion)] I let em' know before they hit the door Ain't nothin' funny cause I'm all about my money ho, and that's for sho' (I let em' know before they hit this shit) (Don't play no games cause I'm all about that money trick) (It ain't no thang) [Gangsta Pat] You bitches gotta drop it off, that's for reala Strictly pimpin' and ya slappin' me all about the scrilla Now how the fuck you figure I'm the nigga hit the club, shake that ass Break a trick, make that cash Bring it home and give it all to daddy The next morning hit the sharp Vogues on the Caddy Rock a big bullet diamond, that's how it goes black Make a livin' strictly pimpin' on these hoes black [Thug Passion] You niggas need to drop it off ya ass Ain't no need in gettin' mad, just give up the cash You came around ba-ballin' and flossin' cause yo pockets thick Then got mad cause a bitch done ganked you outta yo shit Don't get mad at me, playa hate the game I'm just makin' ends meet and declinin' my name So back up, niggas can't keep uo cause you is lame And when you swing my way keep it real, don't play no motherfuckin' game [Hook x2] [Gangsta Pat] I like to collect my ends then hit the Benz And after I'm finished I let my niggas come and get in That's when I know for sho' that you's a ho You been through them niggas, comin' and goin' hit the back door I'm a mack ho and I'm all about the cheddar Quick to break a bitch and I'm gon' be in the game forever And never will I ever let a ho break me As fine as Lil' Kim is, she couldn't cake me She could only take me to the mall and get me fresh Put diamonds in my mouth, on my ears, and on my chest I can't rest, I stay at a ho 24-7 I keep it P.I. that's what my pimp friends yellin' Ain't no tellin' bout these bitches, goin' off in this game They change but these die hard niggas gon' stay the same And remain on top of thangs and train those who lame Shit I keep it real in this motherfuckin' game [Hook x2] [Gangsta Pat ad-libs] |
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