Rhyme Slow lyrics

[Verse 1: Kokane]
Now what gets deeper than a pregnant b*tches pus*y
Look at these rookies trying to serve cookies

Now i been spitting pimp gangsta sh*t
When you nga run my town
While your snotty ass nose selling blow
Somebody show these nga don't know me
I got a question thats as serious as cancer
And none of you n*ggas ain't got the dance
So many times i see a baller let a b*tch be pimp was down?
Nga suppose to be pimpin a hoe
But a ho is pimpin a ho
You'd be surprised about these b*tch
Who f*ck and who ain't
Thats why i meet a homie momma ask you for a f*ck date
Hold up wait, wait, wait
Let me demonstrate
Put the rubber on don't hesitate
Pull out the Old Smokey Robinson tape

[Hook: Too $hort & Kokane]
Sometimes I rhyme slow
Sometimes I rhyme sick
Sometimes I tell a beyatch to suck my di*k
(repeat w/ variations)
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I'm a player so, b*tch, just let me play
I did the same thing just yesterday
You can ask anybody about the day before
I was ridin' around town, tryin' to break a ho
How much motherf*cking money do you think I earn, b*tch
I'm the kind of n*gga make you drink my sperm
A real player, I bet you're know it now
If I'm going too fast, I try to slow it down
I know we just met, but I don't give a sh*t
I'm About to slap this rubber on and let you have this di*k
You gotta suck it first and do something hella freaky
Stick it in f*ck you good, b*tch, ya never see me again
Cause I'm a real pimp, All about the dividends
b*tches can't resist my game, that why you giving in
f*ck yo pus*y, if i want it then i choose it
I'm more in love with making money and music

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

[Too $hort]
Biatch
Do you really know what real pimps do
You've been to player's university or the street institute
You understand life, is your game tight
Don't lie, b*tch, you know it ain't right
Gotta get your money on
I try to get it daily
Sucker ass n*ggas don't know why these b*tches pay me
I'm a real pimp, I sell it like i'm in the Navy
I smoke weed, and stay f*cked up
You can't save me
[Verse 4]

Sometimes I ride high
Sometimes I talk sh*t
But i be dropping more game
That make your b*tch suck my di*k
Take her rent, pay my rent
f*ck it nga charge it to the game
Who to blame
Everytime you hear that motherf*cker
That b*tch scream my name
Murder i'm killin
I got these balls up in her jaw and she feeling it, i'm stealing it, whats that, hood love
Only take 20 dollars for that bud, to f*ck nga wut
Really don't give a f*ck, but you know, thats how we do it
They tell me pimpin became a sport
I'm tag teaming ho's with kane and short
Burn ho's up like a newport
So lower your vocal tones
Before your ass be walking home
Really tho you fine as f*ck
But ain't the 1 to be loc'd up on
So remember you the 1 that i picked up
I drove her ass b*tch ko can i get my di*k sucked
All i wanna see is panties and bras
Kick this motherf*cker like a mardi gras
Stick these balls up in ya jaw
[Hook]