ReturnOfThePimp Lyrics

People always talking bout my karma, karma
Cuz when I'll be going on every summer, summer
Cuz pussy talking 'bout numbers, numbers
But you made it and you bones 'above me
And nobody out here but your touches
Beat your boy down if you wanna, wanna
I just like you hard but you don't
But if you ever drop in your baskets, are running back, running
I'll have cash when you'll see me
Already see with no TV, already pay with no CD
Way you try to sell MP3-s?
Just bust some dopes cuz I know that we load
My money is ours, so the dirt never slow
Smooth til I get all it's on, brick it the whistle, some water to pow
When we dove slow up in this laize bitch
Bro's take your favorite rapper up the game, bitch
White trash I could never ever change bitch
Still the skinny white bitch, with the black man bitch