Hey, whats goin' on y'all?
Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again.
Did you miss me? Hope not.
I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes walk backwards to the track to get my stacks or get smacked and my pimpin',
HELL YEAH, 24/7, 3 hundred 65 days outta a yurr, I am, Baby.
But check this out, I talk to my main man, Snoop Dogg, the other day.
He told me to make a b*tch pay like she weigh.
Hoe, you made the bench you gotta line in.
Matter of a fact, b*tch, dine-in.
You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe.
Fur on my rolls royce, flow.
Say what? Pimp, I got the juice.
Take ya shoes off before you get in hurr, b*tch.
And the flock of hoes im bout to let it loose on your strip.
Wurrs my cash, Trick?
Get My Grib.
n*gga, quit watchin' Superfly so much
and quit copyin the mat.
I really do gotta Cadillac with a wheel
on the back that say "Hoe Slayer".
Hang up your game coat, n*gga, and bow down to a REAL Playa.