[Intro]

Woo muthafucka

This one here, this for my

Dirty disco dancin', low-down no good muthafuckas

The braided-up pimp is back

[Verse 1]

The return of the shit-talker

The lyrical explicit content, the original muthafucker

I rip the surf, I hit with words like brass knuckles

Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records

I live it how I talk it, I bring it how I feel it

This my spot 'cause I done marked it (Yeah)

I show the difference between waitin' and eatin' (Huh)

Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season

I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong

On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on

You lovin' everything I put out (Damn)

I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh

Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey"

And baby you gon' find out if I hit you with that Raunchy

Don't let me put you in that V-90

You want this kinda fuckin', then bitch, it's just fine

[Chorus]

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

[Verse 2]

The industry say I'm old school (Way back)

I went from 4-track to the ADAT and from ADAT to the Pro-Tools

Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit

Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it

What would make you think that I ain't the man?

And my family tell ya I can't complain

Tighter or hype they can't half bang

Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad"

I still be jammin' off the last one

I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"

He said, "I stole it from my grandson"

Now you know me when I step through

They say, "Son, I got yo record, ain't you James Brown's nephew"

I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'

I'm real so they respect it like Aretha Franklin

All I'm askin', all nigga, part-time lover

It's my turn, watch out there muthafucker

[Chorus]

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

[Verse 3]

The same way that I rock the beat, now I can need influence

I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'

Take that out and leave me on

Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Romes

So, when they ask you, you can tell it

Already signed Shonnie and Max Minelli

They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho

The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them

Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle

Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle

I'm just a fashion rap recite

That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight

This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart

Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start

We buyin' rides without leases

'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces

[Chorus]

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

It's my turn, shit, it's my time

Watch out there now, come on

You fuckin' with my groove, groove

It's the return (The braided up pimp is back)

[Outro]

Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back

Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back