Ima Hustler-*** C

I stay paid and, I like blades Old shcool cars and, lovin Maze I've got hoes (I've got hoes) I can show Gettin money a-, ridin Rolls (ridin Rolls) Keep my grind I don't, waste my time Comin up, gettin down for mines I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh [Pimp C] Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson Pimpin them hoes and put the bitch on the track And tell the ho to bring all my money back I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her About gettin on the corner for your daddy What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy I got a yellow-ass ho that'll suck you up That'll blow in yo' butt ain't scared to f**k And she'll bend over, take it like a G Because you know the bitch down with Pimp C I switched my name, to Jack Tripper Now the hoes tryin to pull down my f**kin zipper And get to that snake with the cobra head I got some homeboys doin life in the fed [Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)] I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh (See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab) (See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab) [Pimp C] When I was young, alls I wanted was a 'llac I used to think them niggaz fiends that was blowin on the weed sack Cause all I did was cut up cheese And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease I used to have, a .25 pistol But now I got some shit that shoot like a missile I tuck a A K, HK too bitch I eat you up I ain't goin for that ho shit Them other niggaz playin games in the streets You think it's 'bout bein lame and makin lame beats We ain't 'bout you and them bitch niggaz Cause f**k boys, could easily get hit with the trigger You think you rich? But you a bitch You see me in the club check my pitch I'm down with J. Prince bitch, and you know that When we come through splittin big niggaz hats [Chorus: Mayfield falsetto (Pimp C)] I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh (I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab) (I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab) [Pimp C] Twenty-fo' I'm a country star, in a country car Got a country-ass bitch, sip country bar Got a country son, got a country chain Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain Sweet Jones bitch, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout? Go out and get that shit I'm talkin 'bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo' bitch ass So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid When you see me choppin on blades, {?} bitch Not them phony-ass blades with no knockers on 'em Representin that side, P.A. to B-zay And ain't no thang to beat a bitch-ass nigga Ain't no Blood and no Crip, f**k-ass nigga I'm [?] I told ya, bitch [ad libs to fade]