[Intro:]

Foreign cars and foreign hoes

Foreign hoes, c'mon let's go

Yeah man.. talkin' 'bout

This my first solo album bitch, I ain't never had one before

Yeah, they dropped that other shit while I was in the penitentiary

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

I got out and dropped that comp on they ass and fucked 'em up, know what I'm saying

But hey man you done slipped and slid to another lid, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Yeah you know, uh uh uh uh uh

This is a Pimp C starring in The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

A blast from the past

[Verse 1:]

I stay paid and I like blades

Old school cars and loving maze

I got hoes and I do shows

Getting money and driving Rov's

I keep my grind, I don't waste my time

Comin' up getting down for mines

[Hook:]

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Verse 2:]

Foreign Cars and foreign hoes

Gators slippers and mink robes

Up my folds, they broke and I got a big bankroll

Stand up in yo' bitch and make her touch her toes

Make your girl lose her mind when I penetrate from behind

Comin' up getting down for mines

[Hook:]

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Verse 3:]

Touch yo' liver, hit yo' spine and yo' spleen

Yo' pussy get wet when I step on the scene

I got Malcolm X and purple leaves

Have some coke, na bitch have some weed

Dick taste good, ohh wee wee you my kind

Marvin say lets get it on Kelly told me to bump and grind

[Hook:]

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to have it (Gots to have it)

I'm a fuck you baby, 'cuz I gots to grab it (Ohhhhhh)

[Outro:]

Hol' up, Smoke somethin' bitch

Trademark know what I'm talkin' bout

Ohh wee wee, know what I'm sayin', toppa knocka bitch

Uh huh I've been inducted to the chuch, Know what I'm saying

Mothafucka

Sanctuary, sanctuary

Hol' up, Hol' up, yeah motha fucka

All you old bitch ass niggas out their buying that old King Johnny

Them old cloudy ass diamonds nigga, nigga

Nigga you come in the room lookin' like Hurricane Katrina just hit nigga

Take them big dinner plates off the chain nigga (Take 'em off)

Step up yo' game nigga (Step it up)

You need some big pointers in yo' watch (Bitch)

Yeah, every time you niggas need to get big diamonds you go to, uhh, Emmett

Know what I'm takin' 'bout, I see you

Gave a man, fuck Emmett too for that bitch overcharging a nigga

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, give me something for free bitch

Fucking hoes don't know how to treat a nigga when he come to the store

Eat a dick, I'm out here bitch

I ain't buying no more Bentley's mane

Them hoes ain't got no good customer service over their mane

Man, my shit be fucked up, they don't even give a nigga another car to drive

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, so fuck them hoes I'm getting live

Aye man, I went to the Lamborghini lot (What you did?)

Where I got a apple red motherfucker (What color?)

[?] nigga, ain't no Lamborghini unless the doors go up

Murciélago nigga, however you want to pronounce it bitch

Hol' up bitch, dick up in yo' ass bitch

Aye, don't cum fast bitch, smashing on the gas bitch

Pimping class bitch

Chuch!