[Intro: Big Pimp]
Ha ha, off the top
We back, Dirty Boyz
A new beginnin` baby
We doin` this thang with Nfinity, and motherfuckin` Rap-A-Lot
Black Klown forever
All my dirty boyz representing the motherfuckin` south
Alabama that is
Off the top, we still, and we still
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I`m a pimp to the first degree
The same nigga teachin` the pimp game to you
Shit, he heard it from me
Occasionally, I sack and hustle herb on the street
My cousin G say mac these hoes and leave the curb up to me
So I`m oblidged--to tell every girl that I meet
She wanna ride--she gotta get some dirt on her knees
It hurt`em to see, they baby mama swervin` with me
Left out your house with some pants but had a skirt underneath
She in the heavy C-H-E-V 350 rockin` with the shift kit hurtin` the street
She on the block like she workin` the street
But if I get her in my car, I`mma have the bitch slurpin` for free
Oh you say you wanna twirk for a fee? Well I ain`t no trick, BIOTCH
I`ll have your ass workin` for me
They call me Peter Wee, because I flirt with the freaks
But you ain`t never seen me do it, you just heard it was me
And I`m is...
[Chorus: Big Pimp] (2x)
We still pimpin` hoes, we still gangstafied
We still ridin` vogues, we gettin` high
We still in the club, we still sackin` wood
We still on them tweety dubs, we still in the hood
[Verse 2: G-Stacka]
Now you know Gangsta stayin` blacked down, with a black 4-pound
And`ll bust off rounds, in your chest until your back blow out
Cause everyday I hit the corner with a cracked up ounce
Them fiends see me, boy they start to do the Crackhead Bounce
And I got grams, grams, and grams of blow
Of pure white snow, I call myself the good-dope-store
You`ll catch me deep off in the hood sittin` on all gold spokes
Or probably smokin` on that wood, sippin` that Hypnot-o
And my motto is: If you ain`t gangsta, you ain`t livin` right
And if you ain`t pimpin` we got prescriptions that`ll get you tight
I come from the street, so packin` heat is just a part of life
And game on your wife, freak her one night now she a super dike
And it`s the same damn thang everyday, flood the block with ya`
They don`t smoke if they don`t pay
I got a tech-9 in my waistline that`ll leave your smoke gray
And in the hood is where you`ll find me on a daily paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: G-Stacka]
Now when they see me, hell they holla Gangsta what you got for bout two bills
I`ll give your ass a ten pack of triple stack X-pills
And that`s real, cause a nigga out here tryin` to live
I hit the block with a bunch of rocks until I stack me a mil`
[Verse 4: Big Pimp]
I shack/Shaq like O`neal, thirty-two O`s in the grill
I point guard with G, but I coach them hoes like I`m Phil
Niggas ask what I`ll be doin` if I ain`t have this deal
And I tell them The same thang for the last eighteen years
And that is...
[Chorus]
