Pimp tha Pen - DJYung$avage

I’m draped up and dripped out

Know what I’m talkin' 'bout

Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot

Fire up a fat sweet

Turnin' on the bulb lights

Hand on the wood grain

Ass on the tight white

Showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas

Home of the players, so there’ll never be no plexin'

So long we’ve been waitin'

Never ever hatin'

In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons

So 1996 you hoes better duck

Because the world gon' drip candy and be all Screwed Up

Just pop in your grey cassette

Turn up your fuckin' deck

Lend me your ear because the Southside finna wreck

Down here we smoke tree

Then let the world see

True hidden talent like Screw, and Lil Keke

Ain’t no love for hatas and you busted dick suckas

On the south side we stayin' paid MuthaFucka!

(Pocket Full of Stones — by UGK is in the background mix)

«I got a pocket fulla stones»

«…And they won’t leave my ass alone»

Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is…

It’s time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes

For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes

Who’s the man, who’s the boss

Who’s the nigga that’s payed the cost

I really don’t give a damn cause I ain’t the one that’s gonna take the loss

Grippin' a Grant up in the slant, workin' the wood it’s understood

Flippin these Rolls, and slammin' these doors

Pullin' these hoes and wearin' these clothes

Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill

From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles, woman and grill

I’m poppin' the trunk and smokin' a skunk and pullin' up candy red

Sittin' on buck, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head

Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words

I’m able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs

My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes

My flow is slow because it’s bolted down by DJ Screw

Take it from me, the nigga Lakee, the H, the A, the R and D

Menace to society

Born and raised to be a G

I grabs the 'phone go on and on

2 or 3 songs I won’t postpone

Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome

So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script

By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you’ll be

sprung

Jacker’s and hustler’s, player’s and mack’s

Foreign doors and Cadillacs

Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack

All these thangs remain tha same because I’m so able to win

All around just bow down

Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen