Pimp Daddy’s Infinite Mass (Ft. Grandmaster Melle Mel)

We be bouncin' in the caddy, yes, yes, sure, like Pimp Daddy
Alright!

The pimp hops on the mic, playin' dealer thug
Doin' my thing when I'm up on the mic, smokin' niggas like they was drugs
Hookers are leavin' the corner, infusin' the neck that dick while pimps
Are sellin' ass, robbin' johns and turnin' to ricks
Suckin' the crow off a trailer, hitched to make a brother rich
Once straight up men, now they all snit
The box, that rock, that box, that knock, that boot, cling to the sock
Come on, niggas, the small pops
Kickin' the ass, takin' the name, layin' the game
Drippin' thе frame out of the pool tank, till it come up lamе
And limpin', strong game, a nigga pimpin' hard
Cold, all the bitches are gone, so
If you don't wanna be down with the crew, then be down with the brother
The shots in the jaw, with the front and the ceiling
You learnin' to fuck to get his ass put, super elastic
Put you in the casket, quick as hell
Come on, niggas, let it melt

We be bouncin' in the caddy, like Pimp Daddy
Oh, baby, comes easy
Yes, yes, y'all, straight back, y'all
We be bouncin' in the caddy, like Pimp Daddy
Oh, baby, comes easy For my Pimp Daddy