(Cold 187)
Yo man, I heard you was havin' a coupla problems with ya hoes, Snow
Well you know I got a little philosophy for shit like that
It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of 'em
Yo, but I'mma let KMG break it down for 'em like this
(KMG)
Yo, well let's ranch South Central
Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie
Hoes with no clothes, get a woody
From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick
You know a groupie's best friend is some hellofa dick
Yo, so once upon a time called now
As I give 'em a rhythm and I allow
For you to linger, before I send ya
My trigger finger, ATL'll bring ya stitches to y'ass [Straight up]
So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold
Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control
Release my pole, see what I can catch
A mega bitch with some ends or even a bare batch
Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy
Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body
The hype mega shit that straight drowns the public
Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a motherfuckin' subject
I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife
Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life
On the funk tip [Yeah]
Every man has his price clip
Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it
My nigga 187um ask a pimp like me to drop it
For South Central, Compton and Watts
Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank, gimme what ya got
It's a position where ranching is the mission
ATL is direct
A little Dose Of The Mega Flex
(Cold 187)
You know Snow, bitches never cease to amaze me, man
When I breaks one bitch I have to turn around and break another one, man
I mean why? I buy her things, I keep 'em looking good
But hey, no dough, man. I mean, I keeps 'em broke, player
Hey, 'cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know [True, true]
(KMG)
Well let's sail, sail to a land
Where a nigga is a king with a gun in his hand
True niggas get skan'less, then it turns to gankin'
And your shit gets rowdy then ya have to bank one [Ping]
Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with
Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again [Yeah]
A bit of info to the hoes and bitches
KMG'll serve motherfuckin' stitches
But kickin' it with the Gs there's things we must rehearse
The one-time jacks, put my motherfuckin' gat in ya purse
Not tryin'a work ya or leave ya much to lean in
'Cos punk-ass niggas treat bitches the way they wanna be treated
Yeah, you can see that you're a bitch if I ever seen one
Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung
It's all kinds o' hoes an' skanks an' tramps an' hotties an' skeezers
[Yeah they all dick pleasers]
Then when I say "What up!" I don't wanna put a damper
Hit a stupid ass bitch in the head with some Pampers
Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention
Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention
That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line
So cash them checks 'cos it's pimpin' time!
So come on hoes, shoot your best shot
Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht
Or call me KMG, I'm here to serve, on the wreck
Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex
(Snow)
Yeah man!
Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them fucking woman, sayin' [Ping]
I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any time, any goddamn day, ya know
Right now, right now, right now, ya know
(Cold 187)
That's how you checks 'em, man
It makes 'em give you respect, youknowhatImsayin'
Yo, ATL the mega pimp clin
'91 and we outta here, seeya!
(KMG)
Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down
Like it s'posed to be put down, ya know
You know, always remember that you run things
And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be
You know, yo, we sold
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player
(Snow)
That's spiritual man, seeya man, ya'old time
[Keep going, don't stop] (repeat...)
[Oh yeah!]