Comin’ Up Pimp C (Ft. Lil' Flip & Z-Ro)
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[Pimp C]
Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin
[Hook]
I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me)
Cause I'm comin down, playin surround and livin' these ho's fantasy
'Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin' Maze and these bitches they can't stand it (can't stand it)
Deep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
I'm comin up (choppin on dubs and showin 'em love)
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough (young bitch)
Uhhh Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin'up
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhhh it's never too much the paper I make
These other pussy niggas ain't real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold alot of records and grabbed somethin
Now I'm goin through movies in L.A
Playin the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my grip and make three songs
I'm tryna get my mothafuckin paper on
I want the new Brougham and the new cell phone
I want the new two-way pager and the new mansion home
In Houston, 'cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
You never could take my dream cause you niggas fucked up
Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin
[Hook]
I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me)
Cause I'm comin down, playin surround and livin' these ho's fantasy
'Cause I'm choppin' blades and playin' Maze and these bitches they can't stand it (can't stand it)
Deep up in this game and this thing is so demandin'
I'm comin up (choppin on dubs and showin 'em love)
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough (young bitch)
Uhhh Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin'up
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhhh it's never too much the paper I make
These other pussy niggas ain't real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold alot of records and grabbed somethin
Now I'm goin through movies in L.A
Playin the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my grip and make three songs
I'm tryna get my mothafuckin paper on
I want the new Brougham and the new cell phone
I want the new two-way pager and the new mansion home
In Houston, 'cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
You never could take my dream cause you niggas fucked up
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