1 Time 4 Pimp - Skeme

This part of my show right here we call this «finish the sentence»

I’m a start it, you finish it

«If I could share a double cup, I would share it with…»

R.I.P to Pimp, to this day Pimp C fan for life

I was a UGK kid

I’ve been through hell and back, chasing heaven on earth

Put my all in this shit for whatever it’s worth

A nigga play about mine, leave you dead in a hearse

Two hundred dash on this bitch, hundred clip in a vert

Got the money comin' in each way

Real nigga, keep a pistol for a keepsake

I’ve been that boy, that what the streets say

I’m balling, every play I make is worthy of a replay

This is how it go and how it is

My mind locked in, I stand rich steady stacking, watching grown men act like

kids

Laughing while these rappers yapping, I know they ain’t with the biz

Road to the riches, ask niggas what’s the hold up

Half pint sitting in a two-liter, poured up

Twenty chains on a nigga neck, got me glowed up

Where you niggas from, any answer get a «so what»

Crooked

I don’t give a fuck about hip-hop cause I ain’t made none of that shit

You niggas been sayin' we wasn’t real hip-hop from the beginning of time

They say we wasn’t real hip-hop cause we don’t have no backpack

Out there motherfuckers tell you something for so long let you know they don’t

want you

Know what I’m saying?

After a while a nigga don’t want to be down to bitch-ass niggas no more

It’s me and mine over you and yours

I’m getting mine, give a fuck with what what you doing with yours

This the type of flow to pay the bill off

This the type of flow a young nigga made a mil' off

That G shit be what my niggas get a thrill off

Fuck all of the phonies and the frauds, I’m a real boss

Talking about cash, I’m a do the whole dash

Hop right off in that European monster then it peels off

We don’t fuck with sucker niggas like they five-o

I can snatch bitch with my eyes closed

If she ask me for money, tell her «bye, no»

Still jump off in that pussy from the top row

I’m the motherfuckin' man, fuck a nigga sayin'

Throw off a nigga plans, I’m a get to sprayin'

Hit the corner with the rap it in saran

I never bitch about the cards, I just play the hands

Get your mind on your shit, you can have some too

But you got to come down here and buy you some bitch

I’m talking about straight business man

I know they don’t like me

They be all on the internet talking about the Pimp

You know what though, bitch?

Till you put your real motherfuckin' address and phone number on that shit

You ain’t sayin' nothing nigga, hidin' behind them e-mail address

You a hoe

Lookin' like a walking, talking brick nigga

Ten chains, tell your bitch take a pic nigga

I go walking in any club and take a pic nigga

I’ve been on five for a while, living lit nigga

I’m just trying to get rich, take a risk nigga

Ball like Kobe, codeine OD out my piss nigga

I hate a trip, I pop 'em quicker than a zit nigga

Fuck your favorite rapper, bet I knock him off the list nigga

Me and my bro gon' fuck the hoes and yell switch nigga

I’m 'bout that dope, 'bout that cheese, leave you Swiss nigga

S-G-O-D-B or dig a ditch nigga

It’s a motherfuckin' gang not a clique nigga

I’m the motherfuckin' truth, game sucker proof

Mardi Gras beads for the coupe with the missing roof

Sipping on that juice, get the loot, what you nigga do?

Top floor where the guap gave the boy a different view

Bitch ass niggas, well guess what?

We ain’t real hip-hop down here nigga

Nigga stay up there where you at

With your funny ass cars and funny ass houses nigga

We down here have everything nigga

I’ve been driving Cadillacs since I was fifteen years old bitch

Get your mind on your shit, know what I’m talking about?

For real and I ain’t mad at nobody cause you know what?

The real rappers that gettin' money ain’t hating

But you know who cryin'?

Them bitch-ass niggas that can’t sell no records man

They cryin' cause they can’t sell no records right now

You niggas friendly as a box of puppies