[Intro: T.I.]
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill nigga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggas ride ya'll know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest
I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real niggas what they call us
Slangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
Put 30s on a Lac to a Benz on Brawlers
Standin' on the corner, slangin' crack and stackin' dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't neva had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal fo my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad bitch wit connections down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still get it across the water
Rich or not I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (ay ay ay ay ay ay)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill nigga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggas ride ya'll know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest
I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real niggas what they call us
Slangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
Put 30s on a Lac to a Benz on Brawlers
Standin' on the corner, slangin' crack and stackin' dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't neva had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal fo my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad bitch wit connections down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still get it across the water
Rich or not I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her
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