Lil Jon

Contract
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot netSell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wetYou know what I'm saying, the vet, not the petDig this here manLike my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte sayMan, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking aboutOnly time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking aboutHey man, you understand meMaster constitution for the prostitutionAnd let prostitution be the only solutionPlease believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitchIt's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking aboutYeah, bitch you know what I'm talking aboutDon coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie holePimpin' Ken the Don in this shit hoYou know what I'm talking about, yeahMilwaukee, Wisconsin you funky ass bitchAs I pull up to the clubJumping out of the Jag24's still spinning with a dealership tagBrand NewBright leather guts and pearl blueThese hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoeBut that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mindAs I stroll to the front of the VIP lineLetras de cancionesStraight in I go, headed straight to the barI got a superstar status,So I guess I'm a starHaters checking me outNow tell me what's that about?I'ma chill to the point haters checking me outSipping on the CrystalBitches wanna get wildPopping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my styleThese bitches calling, asking where the after partyThe Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darlinBring your friends so we can let this party beginAnd bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the endHey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line 'Cause you belong to me You belong to me, yeahHey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 'Cause now you're mineJust pulled up at the clubI'm fly than a muthafuckaDamn, why they staring ho, shit I'm the muthafuckaNot the front doorWe better go through the backSee, that was back then, now look where we atStraight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deepYou gonna go by 2 or 3Before you get to meThe bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"And muthafuck the haterIt's about this making paperAnd while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take herSo shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vaporI ain't got love for niggaz if all they try to do is cake herI ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiterYou goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin playerSo tell me how you want itYou riding? Get up on itI ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for realHey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 'Cause you belong to me Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 'Cause now you're mineHey, hey bitchHey bitch get up it's time to go to workTime to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil JonNever will I love a bitchWhy would I trust a bitch?Always gonna dog a bitchThey only good for sucking dickOr riding on a nigga cockTrying to get a nigga stockI'm never gonna break breadNot even for a little headI'm a player, not a cake-a-hoAlways gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floorYou step up, I'll let you knowIt's MOB, BMEP to the I to the M PNo, I'm SouthsideSorry, bitch, you better pay meOld school white Lac pimpin like Don JuanWhen I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my hornMake these hoes come running like mice for trapsAin't got my money ho, you bound to get slap'Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitchIf it ain't about money, then it don't make senseI'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitchAs long as she making me filthy richTook a bunch of pills, drinking on my beersSitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin stillRiding round the track, like Goldie in the MackStill I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realmMesmerized by the words that's coming out my mouthSo I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accountsAfter that I bounceTo another ho, in a totally different cityFor a whole other showThey say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?""You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?""You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass againI'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall'Cause I have to ball, there's no other wayEven if the bitch pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's DayHey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)'Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)Get your ass upIf you get out line, I'm a slap your eyeI'm a slap your eyeI'm a slap your eyeBetter have my money whyOu better have my money, bitch)'Cause you signed your name on the dotted lineSo get off your ass and get on the grindGet up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right nowForgot what I am, bitch? What am I?I'm a pimp in every inch of the wordInch of the verbEvery inch of the curbI'm a hit, like the lottery babyBetter believe it Please believe itHey, yeahIf it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing Everyday from me From a real motherfucking pimpBut bitch that's all I can seeAny day of the week, when you fucking with meIf you fucking with me, you better get your ass out thereAnd make that muthafuckin moneyRain, sleet or snowRob, steal and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho From Letras Mania