Z-Ro - Pimp On Lyrics
[Z-Ro:]Time & time again, I try to cope with bein' poorBut then I had to say fair what do I feel, so now I'm kickin' in your doorMy daughter needs pampers & milk & my mind is confused on how we gon' surviveSo when you see me strapped it lookin' with a bad oneYou lookin' at the face of a desperate man I'm bringin' the pain out with my 45But then I ***** around & slip on my ski mask, ready to blast, ready to blastThen I come through the door with a mutha*****in' .44I want the Rolex watches & cashAnd you can call the laws, I got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screamin' & officers downBecause it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funnyWhat you got I'm a have out town 'fore they put my ass in the ground.[Chorus:] [x2]Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be movin' marijuana.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Better watch your back when it get me mad.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Everything in front of me's up for grabs.[Z-Ro:]Hell of a hustler, got to work my muscle got to be wonderin' around in the streetsGot to feet my feet, when I steel sweets on a solo creep, nothin' but a thugShould've drove to them hoes, never wanted hoesGot to keep my mind on my money 'cause I got a dreamWhile pullin' up on the scene, jumpin' out of paper landTell me if Hilfiger chose those jeansGot a crease & it never ceased to amaze meBy the individual hustle, that'd pay meWhen I got to provide for my baby & maybeI be creamin' the *****in' the music & deep got to hit the weekGot to get a fat pocket, on a get it out freeNot the H.P.D. even though Ft. Baylow can't stop itGot to be true to the game, never new to the gameA nigga did 2 & a half of the game & I show no shameCreepin' your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your changeGot a set of pumps & a nigga fool come through & hit from the backWere you thinkin' you a G when you *****in' that hoe But I'm leavin' your frame & for chestMatter of fact I'm ready for the money like a bombs, so I said it be runnin' out that chromeNiggas be comin' to the serve when I slamBut they better be ready to find them another way homeWhen it should've got dark for the moneyGot to take a nigga life in the hustleWonderin' brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlinesI don't want to do no god damn fed times.[Chorus:] [x2]Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be movin' marijuana.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Better watch your back when it get me mad.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Everything in front of me's up for grabs.[Z-Ro:]Could it be the worst nightmare, hopin' to God A mutha*****er where a nigga don't fight fareStickin' & movin' & bobbin' & weavin'I'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right thereSellin' my drugs & my gorilla thugs, man it don't stop 'til a nigga get paidAll in my homes what I'm about, tryin' to move an album funky like DreBut I'm everyday, thinkin' about my rent & my phone billAnd my light bill & my water bill & I can't spill & my people peelEvery other mutha*****in' day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbin'I gotta get the diamonds in the grill & the creasesAnd the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep poppin' me but ain't stoppin' meAnd everyday 'cause a nigga be knockin' me, but I'm a plant this on a niggaEven nigga want to try me, ***** around & need me here I beNigga where's your Ridgemont I.D. have a mutha*****er hollerin' out why meAnd it's plain to see me losin' the game, my life endLike a nigga been dyin' faster, feelin' the painI'm a pistol packin' ChristianLivin' the life of a hustler really don't get a...[Chorus:] [x2]Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be hustlin' on them corners.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.When a nigga be movin' marijuana.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Better watch your back when it get me mad.Gotta get my Pimp On, Pimp On.Everything in front of me's up for grabs.
