[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Attention all pimps: we players gotta get paid
And all you tricks with banks; you're gonna get played
Creep through the hood with the Glock under my frontseat
Gotta stray strapped for the streets of '93
'Cause the hood ain't no joke
Too many brothers broke, too many brothers smoke
But it ain't funny, I gotta get my money
I got a baby boy still pimpin' on his mommy
You see, the bills gotta stay paid
And I ain't finna sell my butt, I'll sell my slut
Pimpin' goes on to the end of the time
First you got to get control of the mind
And then you gotta practice your ho safe sex
Ayy, yo, tricks, come and get your pussy wet
Nation wide, I took my women on a tour
They went platinum, see, I'm the mack of the year

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[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Real players don't high-cap, 'cause real players only pimp
Local players got women, but they don't got no imp
I gotta get paid with the swiftness
You see I started my life a little scandalous
I used to beat my broads, you ain't never handle yo' woman
Like I did mine with a hammer, don't fall in love
No matter how much you love the slut, she can't be trust
You better start breakin' these women
'Cause some of these women be packin' and runnin' stuff too
Bringin' the money to Goldie Mack, I thought you knew
You see my broads they be robbin' these boys
With a .357 and it sound like duals
I gotta keep 'em fresh in some real tight Daisy Dukes
I gotta sell, I'm bail from prostitutes
I gotta throw on the fur and smoke up some pure
Yeah, 'cause I'm the mack of the year
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[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Now these women on my jock in the projects
But I'm knowin' to never not trust a groupie like that
I just hit, then vamp
'Cause they don't wanna get up 'bout they hog-killin'
They be lookin' for a groupie game on the Skinny Pimp
See I'm poppin' at domes, I gotta gizzet pizznaid
My best friend is a robber, 211, just a AK
R, double the O, K, real players don't play
Broke hoes, broke nose, me want the cheese, though
I'm stackin' and packin' the money by breakin' all my broads pockets
Knockin' boots, I'm makin' cheese, G's droppin' off the ducketts
Players real players yeah, they givin' up the chewin' too
Don't think that I won't ask you what you do, what you do-do?
In your mouth, mane, they love them Daisy Duke freaks
Hit it with a jimmy, never flame it when you take a lick, but pay me
Get me mine, then I'm outta here (You can have it all)
'Cause I'm the mack of the year