Valley Joe (Rapper Gone Bad) - Mac Dre, Mac Dre Ft B-Legit, PSD, Lil Bruce

They say pimpin' ain’t easy

And nigga, they ain’t never lie

We ride back to back thru the track that on suicide

Watch me glide on twenties, get money

Smokin' backwoods on pills, breakin' bitches at will

'Cause it’s pimpin'

On professional women limpin' up and down the block

I’m slangin' rocks, I’m slangin' cock

Pimp or die, nigga, I’m so fly, a square is what I’m not

I’m Lil Bruce, baby, I come from the V

The home of Ike Turner, Rose Budd, and MD

You think I’m carin' about sharin' on snatch

And I’m runnin' scams to get my hands on scratch

Understand that

Woman romance without finance to me

Stands no chance with no man of my pedigree

Call my hoggish if you would

Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records

Wit a pig on my necklace

Would you dig my possessions since the air is my gift

Or should it matter if it’s turf shit burnt for chips

Nigga, we hurt shit, that way since birth with it

As for this gift to gab shit, mayne, we cursed with it

As far as dirt, we did it

So, nigga, name it, I done it

And love to hit it while she on her stomach

Money and hundreds

I’m from the V-A double L E-J-O

Where sellin' narcotics is all I know

I’m from the valley where Sally sellin' dank, biiitch

What it is, what it is, what it is

(Mac Dre: I’m from the V-A double L E-J-O)

(B-Legit: Where sellin' narcotics is all I know)

I boss up, never fuck, it’s red lights on a toss up

Untangle where we crossed up

It’s big shit, V-town affiliates

Watch us rip shit, the gangster or the pimp shit

No simp shit, bitch, my mug stay mean

Out the ricks wit' kicks and gun machines

You know the green, the thing we was dying to get

Is the reason why my niggas came so damn sick

And when I represent, bitch, I put it on dubs

Park it by the club and let the rat heads rub

I’m out to get the cheddar

If she fight, nigga, let her

It don’t matter, I stay fatter

It don’t matter, long as my pockets get fatter

I don’t give a fuck if civilians got scatter

I’m the last batter, better hit a home run

When I stick my dick in I watch how fast she cum

Up the block sideways when I shift I chirp quick

And after that first dick, I’m all in your purse, bitch

Mac Drizzay, off the hizzle

Goin' off Hennesizay and a half a thizzle

Romper Roomin', no cartoonin'

Makin' the scrill, keepin' it real

Bitch, you know what I’m doin'