[Intro]
(Players never, play, players, play, players never)
(Players, players, players never)
(Play, play, play, players never)
(Players, players, play, players never)
[Verse 1]
Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker
Off white tape around your body, see ya later
You a faker, I'm a undertaker
Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player
Kick your back door like baby what you want, yeah
On the map, ho I'm all around the globe, yeah
Why they talk so much I had to go, yeah
Why they talk so much I had to, ay
Walked up back with stick when I'm off at the rip
When the clock gon' tick then my Glock gon' hit
Might as well split your ribs, we gon' throw them guns
When I'm off this spliff let's go
Hit em with a Uzi, let a full mag go
Shoot another movie on my tarantino flow
Watch how I move, I'ma hold my tool
I'm lighting this body up just like a stove
Ay, who's your god
He don't fuck with you at all
Ay, please don't get involved
Provoke me and I'll cut your top
Ay, I done seen it all
Ay, I done done it all
Talk back, ho and I'ma have to fuck your broad
I don't give no love if you ain't bout my payments
Come in shawty let me get a little taste then
I'm smoking only strong I'm feeling out of space, yeah
Roll me two more blunts and then I get inside the spaceship
Popped a few more beans I had to climb up out the mud
Chopped em' underneath so I just hung em' on the hood
They talking too much strictly bout that action better shush
I'm too faded off this buzz
No remorse I gut your slut
Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker
Off white tape around your body, see ya later
You a faker, I'm a undertaker
Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player
Real pimp playa, bitch I'm the maker
Off white tape around your body, see ya later
You a faker, I'm a undertaker
Walk with a limp, I'm the mystic pimp player