She Couldn't Make It On Her Own Lyrics - Doughboy

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

California air 

Chain all blue like it's runnin' out of air 

I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere 

And you know that hoe fresher than a new pair 

Retro elevens on the pedal, I'm taking this to the next level 

Competition best to dress up in a Chevelle 

And if you niggas still wanna make a deal with the devil 

I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel 

All you artists walkin' round with yo wack raps 

(Wack raps) 

They gettin' fucked by the game, Kat Stacks 

They gettin' fucked by the game, Kat Stacks 

And any nigga thinkin' he can make it happen 

I'll be outside of Staples with the bitches and Phantom, mothafucka 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

Pull up on them bitches, steppin' out on 30 inches 

In my L.A. Dodger fitted with some Louie V stichin' 

Niggas wanna catch me slippin' 

Yeah, they prayin' and they wishin' 

'Cause a nigga clockin' dough 

And I'm fuckin' all they bitches 

(Yo, you fuckin' all they bitches?) 

Yeah, I'm fuckin' all they bitches 

And it's money over bitches 

And I'm preachin' my religion 

'Cause this game that I'm livin' about as cold as my wrist is 

If you know my paps then you know I'm bout the business 

Smoke big trees 

(Big trees) 

Christmas 

Smoke big trees 

(Big trees) 

Christmas 

Chain supersix 

(Supersix) 

Sickless 

Chain supersix 

(Supersix) 

Sickless 

My flow retarded nigga 

My flow retarded nigga 

Gifted, gifted 

This games' a bitch watch me pimp it 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

What about me? 

If you don't kick it with me, who ya gon' kick it with? 

Ice Cube is the shit, who you been speakin' with? 

They been lyin' to you if they told you different 

I got a different, cool type of temperament 

West coast style baby, on some California shit 

They might've told ya that I was hard on the bitch 

You know how it go, some bitches think they slick 

Look at me and think they about to get rich 

(Get rich) 

Uh, oh, uh, oh, danger, danger 

You are, you are a stranger 

Who am I? I am the long ranger, Tonto tell 

I'll run yo fuckin' ass through the ringer 

(It goes) 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

She had to get the pimp 

She couldn't make it on her own 

What about me? 

What about me? 

What about me?