Dude, ho, * with them tricksAyy, well alrightPimpin' at his houseHa ha haTo leave the dumb ghetto star childFor the pimpin' it's Earth, Darth, DevonioHa haLavish tones, Iconiac dreamsBeen pippin' hoes for early teensPippin' ain't easyWhen you're on the grindI love my business, work every dayI'm out here hustlin' to get my payBitch, I do this all the timeSuckers be lookin' for matrimonialAll the while you knew the bachelor's phoneShe got your wide openAll up in Macy'sShe make G'sToyin' with a sucker's emotionYet you never had the notionThat she's a hoeBut that's some * you should've knownJust like when y'all at homeShe your bitchBut you can't answer the phoneAnd why?It's that other guyMr. Pimpin'The long dickerThe same niggaThat's on the slick Capone stickersChrome whip will stimulate a *** driveIf you ain't speakin' on breakin' bread with the bitchYou move alongTo the next guyOr the next suckerThat's hard in his walletYou can't call it yearsThe same as slut droid alcoholismIt seem you lost all your rhythmThey used to call you pimp lavishNow they call you sucker for loveAnd come at itOnce knew the signsSo pippin' now you're dumb at itYou let her put the game in her favorNow it's unbalancedI don't give a *How many hoes you had in the pastWhat your bank account look like nowHow many hairdos you fundin'All the jewelry and clothesHow many hoes you had in the pastHow many vacations you paid forAnd you didn't even goYeahNow re-evaluate the situationShe like to * ballplayersLike Kobe Bryant and Gary PaytonAll across the nation chasin'Mouth open, eyes wideFiendin' for a shot in the faceShe's a hoePimps * with them hoesDo pimps * with them hoesDo hoes * with them tricksDo hoes * with them tricksDo pimps * with them hoesDo pimps * with them hoesDo hoes * with them tricksYeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGirl, we ain't got blue ballsBut I got blue throatCause I'll be backed up a gameTo kill the * that you wroteSince our first re-showWe're back to two-showNiggas be talkin' aboutThey gleam gleamin'My niggas be dream-dreamin'The hoes be team-schemin'And get the pussyYou be like a fiend greenin'We gotta get rid of youTricks at any costCause true players areStep to the hoesAnd many lostAnd when you spoil themWe can't get a penny, bossNow I gotta work overtimeTo get my gritsI gotta scrub the streetsWhile tricks be ladenWith money makersSuckin' assesRubbin' feetTalkin' about they lovePippin' and throwin' graphicsHoes * y'allWith strap-on dicksYou tricks be pillow-bitersAnd dutch packersLet every hoeThat have breath praise meYeah, the streets of Oakland, CaliforniaRaise meSwearCause every playerI know * with hoesThat's head-spinnersThey shop at D.B.'sAnd B.C.B.G.'sFolks, they breadwinnersThe price of pippin'Is just goin' upLike California octaneOh, now your best niggasWanna quitCause you can't afford itCause you ain't got gameLavish tonesAnd cognac tunesBeen pippin' hoesSince my early teensA pippin' ain't easyWhen you're on the grindAll my bitches work every dayI'm out here hustlin'And make my wayBitch, I do this all the timeTwo pimps * with them hoesTwo pimps * with them hoesTwo hoes * with them chicksTwo hoes * with them chicksTwo pimps * with them hoesTwo pimps * with them hoesTwo hoes * with them chicksIn real life, in actualityThese hoes is for the salaryTakin' a slow approach to notesYou best believe that when you're fuckin'You ain't fuckin' for nothin'You either bought the bits and weedOr paid a light bill or somethin'She just hoin' undercoverWhile you waste the gangAffinity and timeTryin' to * herSo the deeper your pockets hitThe deeper her love goesHer love's gon' be deep with youCause you gotta grip itLove hoes, the money is funShe just a freak for cumStarstruck, face and gutFifty dollars and onesDon't * and feed herIf she can't suck a dickAnd die just like meI just see this ghostTo the hoodFast to the tight standsAnd the compact wheelsLet me run my fingersThrough your weaveWhile you die and deceiveAll these trick niggasThat you got up your sleeveThey can't believe gameWhen they see game displayedI take a nigga bitSoon as my game is laidYo, bitch chose meYou know the ropesNigga, I'm from that old schoolYo, how I likeThe way she worksMake that moneyAll day and nightDon't turn that hoeInto your wifeBe strongAnd pimp herTill it hurtsDo pips * with them hoesDo hoes * with them tricksYeah, oh yeah, oh yeahDo hoes * with them tricksDo hoes * with them tricksDo pips * with them hoesDo pimps * with them tricksWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.