[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Oh yeah, it's on now, motherfucker, for the 9-4
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
All these punk ass n***as wide open, slippin' like a motherfucker
Go and get your ass blowed up, you know what I'm sayin'
All these motherfuckin' punk-ass bitches
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
I'ma take care of my business on all y'all hoes
Yeah, for the 9-4

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I was at the crib, chillin', watchin' Scarface and The Mack
And said, "Damn, they be livin' like me"
I took a bump, I'm 'bout to grip my .44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree
I got the razor for the swisher and the swisher for the hay
I'm finna do some pimpin' shit to come up on today
Go to my 5.0, drop the motherfuckin' top
Bitches flaggin' me down, dog, as I ball through the block
They ain't 'bout no money, though, nothin' but some broke hoes
Lookin' for n***as to drop off their teeths, send them lemons stangin' Ki's
Anyway, as I take a cruise to the stop light
I see some n***as pull up on the side of me, I act like
I don't even see them n***as scopin' out my Gold McLeans
Soon as the lights are green, ah, shit, I'm in point-blank range
Four n***as jumpin' out the Chevy with some quakers on them
We some big pimpers and I'm ballin' but they're spyin' on me
That's what you can expect when you rollin' clean, n***as scopin'
Luckily I was strapped, though, I left them hoes wide open
[Interlude]
Fuck you lookin' at, n***a?
I'm still tryin' to find out, n***a
Hold on, hold on
Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here?
Oh, what up with this?
Put the gun away, n***a
Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin' and nobody gets shot?
Shut up, bitch

[Verse 2: Lady Bee & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Two guys opened up my door, comin' in my store
Lookin' like that man with them pistols in they fuckin' hands
Pointed at the clerk while I was layin' in the backroom
Mane, they scared the shit outta me when they took off my jewelry
Plus they lay me on the floor, askin' where the dope and cash
Then they raised my skirt up and smacked me on my fat ass
Then he said, "Bitch, how to open up this register?!"
I was nervous, plus I'm worried 'bout dyin' in a stick up
He took the fake gold teeth and the clothes that I sold
Finished up the stang, mane, now they runnin' out the door
My life was right ahead of me, luckily I was praised to be
Lord watchin' over me, help me through this mystery
This the message of the [?]
Then somethin' bad happened, but I ain't got nothin' to do with that
Why you wearin' your jewelry on to make these n***as scopin'?
Don't you get caught slippin' open