This Pimp Lyrics - Layin' Da Smack Down - Project Pat

Talking... 

(Project Pat) 

Hoe I know you got this loot 

fuck around make me shoot 

up I'm like I'm a rocket 

yea I knock it when I hit them boots 

make that pussy wetter then 

running like a faucet tap 

though we get ya stupid then 

yo face is gonna get a slap 

thorough breds are on the map 

pimps are riding checky tramps 

prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap 

keep a cough drop in ya cap 

like the way that booty flap 

nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap 

take me off the weight of fame 

Im'a let you run ya game 

but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame 

swang a fist bout a her eye 

kiss my dick never good-bye 

fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie 

biggest booty in the club-ah 

I'm the dad you the mother 

out here corning like no other 

you's a freaky muthafucka 

what they used to say to ya 

hooker now they paying ya 

me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for 

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Chorus (2x): 

You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) 

I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip) 

Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip) 

You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip) 

(Verse 2) 

I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch 

got a cute little face and a tight little switch 

getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion 

tired just from now cuz she a civilian 

not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change 

come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange 

you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger 

I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer 

swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you 

in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you 

bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe 

other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though 

hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse 

break you like a cash register then put in hearse 

conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see 

that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me 

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Chorus (2x) 

(Verse 3) 

Peter pipper beat the bitch 

sweeped her in the conflict 

through the town spit his game 

introduced her to a trick 

make-up hoe like a queen 

cooking cakes candy rings 

feeling up her pussy hole 

rub her for the dingalings 

but the hoe didn't meet her quarter 

so I walked out in an order 

break away from getting slapped start running for the border 

known to whip you out your draws 

bitch done went & told them laws 

got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars 

duck niggas hate this shit 

catch'em going quack quack 

try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back 

but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping 

to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n 

head cracking in a brick wall 

got me in a midst brawl 

showing out infront of folk 

that'll make me kill ya'll 

muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something 

turn right around hey hoe let me hold something 

You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)