[Intro: Project Pat & Pimp C]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
[Verse 1: NORMAN ATOMIC]
It's that dead pimp, walking with a dead leg limp
Keep your shrimp and grits
Bitch, I want some steak and eggs
Sipping on some OJ
Give me the blade, so I can slice open the blunt
And dump the guts on top your bitch's fucking back
While she sucking on my nuts
Blow me slowly, while I'm blowing smoke rings
While I'm pouring more lean
Hoes keep hoping I'mma share the codeine
Acting like a dope fiend
Show me that you know me, hoe
Smoke weed until I'm on the floor
Dressed in all black, with a purple glow
Sipping ice cold water in the fucking snow
I don't trust hoes because I want to be alone
Throw them a bone
Sitting on my lap in the fucking throne
Told her: "Bitch, pick up the phone—tell them I need another zone"
She was too stoned, and told them I'm home
Later that night they busted in the door
Put the chrome to my dome
Busted my head open
Left my brains on the floor
Just another dead pimp, never trust them fucking hoes, hoe
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip—
[Verse 1: NORMAN ATOMIC]
It's that dead pimp, walking with a dead leg limp
Keep your shrimp and grits
Bitch, I want some steak and eggs
Sipping on some OJ
Give me the blade, so I can slice open the blunt
And dump the guts on top your bitch's fucking back
While she sucking on my nuts
Blow me slowly, while I'm blowing smoke rings
While I'm pouring more lean
Hoes keep hoping I'mma share the codeine
Acting like a dope fiend
Show me that you know me, hoe
Smoke weed until I'm on the floor
Dressed in all black, with a purple glow
Sipping ice cold water in the fucking snow
I don't trust hoes because I want to be alone
Throw them a bone
Sitting on my lap in the fucking throne
Told her: "Bitch, pick up the phone—tell them I need another zone"
She was too stoned, and told them I'm home
Later that night they busted in the door
Put the chrome to my dome
Busted my head open
Left my brains on the floor
Just another dead pimp, never trust them fucking hoes, hoe
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