Kind Of Pimpish Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Come on y'all, hey 

And this how we gon' do it 

How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish 

Ho's get down like you live you know the business 

How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish 

Ho's get down like you live... 

Nigga better check yourself before you think about f**kin' with these 

Muthaf**kas always makin' the cheese 

187's for the triggers we squeeze 

Fool please, like a bitch 

Drop to your knees 

Be the bad-ass fool in the game 

All the ho's be scream my name 

Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame 

Must the game 

So a nigga be bringin' the pain 

Ho's 

Still stand too tall and never fallin' 

Player haters perpetrate 

Standin' too close because we ballin' 

No competition 

But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0 

Lay back in the cut 

Get sucked and f**ked 

By a gang of hoodrat ho's 

Thought you knew 

The way we bring it to you it's on the real 

From the days of wayback packin' my strap 

On the west side of the hill 

Always chill with a gang of ho's 

Cluck cluck pesos everyday 

Be the bomb, show you love 

So all the skirts head my way 

P-a-i-d, no t-l-c 

Hell no, we never beg 

Take the dick down your throat 

Don't choke and open up them legs 

Nuff said 

Presidents dead cause you know 

That be's the business 

Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this 

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How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish 

Ho's get down like you live you know the business 

How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish 

Ho's get down like you live you know the business 

How you likin' me now, hey 

How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two 

How you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah 

I know the story's all the same 

But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission 

Nigga gone off the weed 

Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position 

Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the f**k on 

While he stabbin' 

I'm laughin' 

My nigga just got his duck on 

Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong 

With a pocket full of stones 

Rib bones and greenery, that's blown 

Home grown, watch your tone 

Homeboy you can't be from round here 

Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year 

No fear 

For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts 

Don't f**k around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt 

More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you know? 

And y'all can't f**k around cause we dodge from 5-0 

If you knew 

Then I guess it's your time to straight go 

While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and f**k your ho' 

I thought you knew 

About this time 

We gotta get money 

I gotta get mine 

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Chorus... 

Hey 

Come on y'all 

Half ounce in the house one time 

Come on y'all, hey 

X-fact's in the house two times 

Come on y'all, hey 

How you likin' us now, geah