[Intro: Mad Bomber]
Y'all some weak motherfuckers, y'understand? Y'all don't know how to get paid, nigga. Let me tell you somethin', you understand, you're supposed to be fuckin' brave, nigga, not pussy, you understand. Once you get the brain, nigga, the ass gonna follow
[Chorus: K-Rino]
I got pimped by a freak now I'm broke to my name
I got pimped by a freak cause I had no game
I got pimped by a freak who took all my loot
I got treated like a motherfucking prostitute
[K-Rino]
Yo, I was a special kind of fool
She went to class on a brother so I dropped out of pimp school
I was like a Ready Teller, giving cash
Jack me off and made a twenty dollar bill shoot out my ass
Yo, her name was Cynthia Tucker
She had two kids, she couldn't read, but she was finer than a motherfucker
I get paid Friday, trick Saturday, we bust it Sunday
I'm running around broke and starving like Al Bundy
Her wardrobe was uncanny
Hundred dollar shoes, hundred dollar bra, hundred dollar silk panties
It was never nothing left for me
300 dollars worth of shit on a five-dollar heiffer, G
(K-Rino, I want a leather purse)
"Ain't nothing but a thing, just let me get my ends together first"
Woo, I'm broke again
I gots to find a Nation woman when I get right
'Cause back then I got pimped
Y'all some weak motherfuckers, y'understand? Y'all don't know how to get paid, nigga. Let me tell you somethin', you understand, you're supposed to be fuckin' brave, nigga, not pussy, you understand. Once you get the brain, nigga, the ass gonna follow
[Chorus: K-Rino]
I got pimped by a freak now I'm broke to my name
I got pimped by a freak cause I had no game
I got pimped by a freak who took all my loot
I got treated like a motherfucking prostitute
[K-Rino]
Yo, I was a special kind of fool
She went to class on a brother so I dropped out of pimp school
I was like a Ready Teller, giving cash
Jack me off and made a twenty dollar bill shoot out my ass
Yo, her name was Cynthia Tucker
She had two kids, she couldn't read, but she was finer than a motherfucker
I get paid Friday, trick Saturday, we bust it Sunday
I'm running around broke and starving like Al Bundy
Her wardrobe was uncanny
Hundred dollar shoes, hundred dollar bra, hundred dollar silk panties
It was never nothing left for me
300 dollars worth of shit on a five-dollar heiffer, G
(K-Rino, I want a leather purse)
"Ain't nothing but a thing, just let me get my ends together first"
Woo, I'm broke again
I gots to find a Nation woman when I get right
'Cause back then I got pimped
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