Pimps 8Ball & MJG

[Intro: 8Ball]
Ah yeah
8Ball & MJG in the motherfuckin' house
And we came here today to talk to you about this thing called pimpin'
It has been misunderstood over the years
So now we have come to set the record straight
Niggas don't do this shit right
It takes a special kind of nigga
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
It takes a nigga that's hard from the start, you gotta have heart
To meet a bitch, mack her down, then rip her apart
It's all in the game, a nigga can't change
If you don't break a bitch, then your game is lame, mayne
See, I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
So everywhere I go, bitches strike up conversations wit' me
About the way I talk, about the way I dress
About how my gold teeth look so fresh
See, how I bait 'em in, soon as a nigga speak
That deep voice just make a bitch knees weak
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'gnac
I pick up my car phone 'cause the freak beeped
It's my nigga baby mama, but sometimes I creep
That's just the way it is, niggas have to take a chance
When you ain't around, anybody could be in that ass
But I'm just a young nigga tryna make a dollar
And they way I live, to some it's hard to swallow
See, livin' down south ain't what you think it be
Nine times out of ten niggas like me
Pimps