Sumn' Like a Pimp-Paul Wall

Sumn' Like a Pimp - Paul Wall I got (?) on my ride in the black I Bet you if i turn you baby I can make em bop Got me saying Who the f**k you be b**ch you know me Who the f**k who-who the f**k you be b**ch you know me I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2) (Paul Wall:) (Making em bop) I'm sitting down in pimp mode My trunk bump like a lymph node Them boppas gaze and haters haze I'm playa made with h**p roll I pull up and make them wimps fold My wide body big blimp hoes That fifth drop down look to the floor The trunk glow I'm so d**e I'm candy red like Elmo Me a simp Oh hell no Just ask your girlfriend she'll know I got her stuck like Velcro I put em under my spell bro My mackin' game is real cold I'm crawling round the parking lot In a 'lac dialup Dell slow Catch a glimpse of this thug prince With purple rain up in my cup When it get tense I never flinch That hunter pinch is by my gut What the f**k oh thats a nine That broad with me oh thats a dime That cadillac thats double parked Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine Boys know that I'm bout that bread Boppas know they got to give head Haters know bout the infrared That leave em dead and full of that lead I'm one hundred and full of bread I'm Paul Wall I'll hold it down You know me I'm getting mine That paper and them dimes