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Kottonmouth Kings - Pimp Twist lyrics
That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door What you got D-Toke? Now what you got ST? Teach me how to get my mack to a T First of all, I put that pimp twist on her Then I let her know that I'm a P-Town baller Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion I'm Daddy X and I come with correction You know there's infection, so wear some protection Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with her Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your lady It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy! That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door Yo I'm Saint Dub, and known to drink some brandy I gots the foul whistle cuz it comes in handy I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X took her in Massengil, Summer's Eve, then I sexed her skin No girlfriend because they're too damn hectic I only like the ones that are down to get naked Well Loc knew Candy, I knew that bitch I took her out once, made her think I'm rich Romance, slow dance, made her feel great And at the end of the night I worked that ass like a slave Loc did you call her? I didn't bend a wrist Fool, I thought you knew it's the fucking pimp twist It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth is the crew that the ladies miss Yes, they down with this, and so they reminisce About the day they were caught up in the pimp twist That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door Now P-Town ballers is the name I claim Been through many cities and it's all the same I see a freak, I look in her direction 5 minutes later she'll be licking my erection Now I'm not a cock blocker like you might suppose Just a game I run on these mother fucking hos Like I once knew this girl named Vanessa, I undressed her Last December, or November. Was it September? I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit! Hold your seat Let me take you to another plateau Exhilaration of your mind comes with my flow Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call her My versatile machine on my new found lady Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me No babies cuz I elect to protect From that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist Perpetrator? Naw, educator Playa hata? More like a generator Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot Like it or not you need to smoke more pot And think about your problems, connect the dots That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door With the dirty ho, through the back door Took the little skeezy to the mo-mo And now it's oh no about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low On the down low, about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low. |
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