Get Cha Mind Right-*** C

Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp I'm so throwed in the game Gettin my paper takin over they brains The drank over the ice is so cold Pulled up to the light and light my diner strike a pose These niggaz in this game they wanna stop the Pimp Don't wanna see me comin up and flyin like a blimp I think they feel like I'ma threat But I'ma old school motherf**kin vet So getcha mind right Uh Pimp C Sir James Y'all can't fade this country thang Ni**a in The Source tried to hate on me But b**ch I got the whole South ridin wit' me ridin' wit me Ask this ni**a Jeezy b**ch I'm the truth I'm the truth Me and Short Dog go and smoke in the coupe I'm talkin 'bout Too $hort not that fake ni**a uh The rap game full of all you fake niggaz fake niggaz Ni**a in ya booty gettin raped ni**a If you ever take a trip upstate ni**a state ni**a I don't wanna see them niggaz in the city His gal head was good but her p**sy was shitty p**sy was shitty That's right ni**a I flipped ya b**ch flipped ya b**ch She a three-way freak every hoe take a dick Sent her on a mission go hit that lick Ya dick is so weak and my game is so slick Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Yeah uh getcha mind right ni**a act like y'know Cory Mo pimpin that pen with Tony Snow Once again in the lab with a pen and a pad I'm been payin my dues since early'94 Me and Mike Moe both got a wall full of plaques plaques Ten car garage and it's all full of'llacs'llacs Front to the back Seville to the fleet Can't miss me b**ch keep a ear to the street huh Gotta trunk full of beef for you hoe a** niggaz hoe a** niggaz I'm eleven steps ahead of you slow a** niggaz slow a** niggaz Gotcha gal on my team and she kiss my pinky ring Everytime I tell her to Ni**a who the hell is you I'ma underground king with a hell of a slang Pimpin and pampering women with a hell of a game I'm tellin ya man I'm making some incredible change So getcha mind right hoe stay the hell outta my lane hoe Get the hell outta my lane hoe Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp Now getcha mind right baby you a siiimmmppp And I'ma real hot undercover piiimmmppp