what a hit we made
Singer:suga free
it's just some more of this cold-blooded
tougher than denim when i run up in 'em
all on these broads like a cheap suit
i hack into her brain and crash everything down
yadamean? i'm the million dollar dream
she's so vulnerable in the presence of the honorable
i'm colder than the abominable snowman with a popsicle
i can guide you through any obstacle
anything's possible when you're dealing with me
you better believe i'm ahead of my breed by many degrees
for years they tried to prohibit
but kept comin' up short like a midget
when you're in the hall of game
come and visit my exhibit
and you too be one of few to be schooled
look what the wind blew in
i go to sleep to wake up to it every day
i don't see how some muthafuckas bear
and anything you do long enough you gon' get at it quick
whether you gotta pimp a hoe or slang hot dogs on a stick
i'm gettin' hoe money in vegas
it took some time for this
see i got two kids and i love 'em too
so reconsider that player hatin' 'cause it's a few things we can do
and i can count on one hand how many people love me
and i can count on the other hand how many people got love for me
feelin' like i smoked an ounce
hittin' dips in my shit because i like to bounce
she said she never gave head and i knew she lied
because she sucked my dick like it was apple pie
i'm across the nation with the magnificent globetrotters
and don't get mad if it happens to be one of your daughters
i'm space age pimpin' with some ice age game
so from the past to the present
my chariot's a benz and my scepter's a pimp stick
for the cheddar i go ballistic
so leave me 'lone or get heated
i'm on a mission to get it
not a quarter but all the time
my linguistics'll turn her out faster than a match'll burn out
colder than an eskimo in underwear
subzero ism that gets up in 'em
in any weather i send 'em
why don't she? why won't she?
those are words you'll never hear from us
you didn't know it's pimpin' over here with us?
never givin' a bitch a break
sippin' on them vintage grapes
your mans they pimpetrate
i'm a take all the money the hoe make
i don't hate when i put my voice on tape
everybody goes so stupid dumb
dre gon' get the party dumb
always got bomb for the lung