[Intro: [Larenz Tate] & [Chris Tucker] in Dead Presidents (1995)]
[Say Skeeter, I still can't believe you graduated man, haha]
[Man, shut up]
[Glad we outta school, man, I'm sick of these stupid ass broads
I'm 'bout to get my pimp thang on started
You know I got so many hoes now man, I gotta get an assistant pimp just to keep in track of 'em, you know make sure they on the right streets and shit]
[Say Skippy, why- why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man, what's happening?]
'Cause it's real n***a, I'm a pimp

[Intro 2: Jay Worthy]
It's ya boy, P Worthy
Checkin' in one time, check two
Check mic, check one two, two
And uhh, we just out here havin' a good time, man
Summertime in LA, man you already know what it is
Yeah

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
New day, new bitch, so it's new money
High tech in the cup 'cause I blew a hunnid
Full clip in my shit homie who want it?
Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin'
I be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin'
Breakin' bitches on the brands like it ain't nothin'
Take them back to the Biggs', get to straight fuckin'
She better pay attention n***a, this some real shit
She used to fuckin' with them lames, I'm a real pimp
Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch
Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta
Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita
Went from park benches to those them leather seats (woop)
Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV (hah)
Live the life of a real n***a
If you ain't got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha?
[Break: Jay Worthy]
Yeah we ain't dealin' witchu man
Ain't nothin' you can do that we can't do
We just do it a little better, playa

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan
I'm like a young Mack Dre, no Captain Kirk hoe saving
Ain't no time for love, we gotta get fly
My ambitions of a baller got me doin' crime
Violated parole and went on the run
Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I'm from
Got the room at the La Quinta
I ain't even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch and then I sent her
Put my shit on the map, ex-con with a million-dollar plan
Breakin' hoes in e'ery city I done ran through
My operation making cash
And they done made a task for my ass, trying to trail but I move too fast
My boy's Sean and Worthy, got me over the border
Came straight to Seattle, London drugs imported
All these player haters broke as fuck
We got a room at the La Quinta with some hoes and we going up

[Outro]
Bet you don't know what's goin' on
(Bet you don't know what's goin' on)
She don't know what I'm gone do