Sexy Thang lyrics

[Intro: Suga Free & Messy Marv]
I need someone to come
And tell me about this feeling
That's in my bones
I can't explain it to mortal man
Because every time
I pop my collar, my collar pop me back
They don't understand
Because we be fly
Fly for life
And if they wanna mess
With Truncheon or Suga free or sweet sweet
No, we in your view
Can never underestimate
The pimpin' I'm sugar-free
Oh yes, I am
And you, you, you
Can never underestimate
The pimpin' of the n*gga messy
Oh no, no, no
Come on, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Suga Free]
Yeah, forever Westside
California, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's pimpin' on mine
I said a few words, we bid a few commas
And the b*tch checked a few whole dollars
Dig that
Yeah, I wouldn't give a b*tch a glass of water
If she was chokin' on a peanut butter sandwich
In hot desert, n*gga
You understand me?
You know why?
[Hook]
Cause I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang
I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang

[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Excuse me, does anybody here know where Audrey at?
I don't know
Probably down there again, sucking di*k behind a laundry mat
Mayday, mayday, day earth calling ho
If you jealous of the pimpin b*tch you need to let me know
Fake smile fake laugh
Fake walk fake talk
Fake mama fake daddy is that why you mad at me
Do you believe
I smash your ass huh
Then you believe
I pass your ass girl
You mighty damn bold with that game you play
She ties her mattress to her back for the easy lay
You see I learned the b*tch
She was in the shower talking that sh*t
So I flushed the toilet and burnt the b*tch
There's not a problem that I can't fix
Cause I can do it, pimping the b*tch
And when I hit the hoe stroll
When the Cadillac bought me
Smokey Robinson, drinking some trance, pitting spank
[Chorus: Suga Free]
Cause I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang
I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang

[Verse 3: Messy Marv]
Your b*tch pus*y went gold
Over fire and soul
Your word get around
I choke a hoe out, man
Beat a b*tch down
Come on, what you expect me to do?
Hoes jump in the bushes
When I come through
Yeah, it's all about you, b*tch
I can give it to you, but what you gonna do?
I know, wake up and go crazy
Spend your little hoe money on a Mercedes
Buy some Rockawear sh*t for your babies
And bail your mama out, b*tch, f*ck you, pay me
Yep, hoe is you on dope? If I left it up to you
We'd always be broke
Yeah, and all the sh*t
So it's Pippin' Manall on the b*tch, n*gga, judge
[Chorus: Suga Free]
Cause I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang
I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang

[Bridge: Messy Marv/Suga Free]
Come on
Stop talking that sh*t talking that sh*t
That ain't nothing but a b*tch
Got it all from
The watch to the house
To the car
To the shoes on the wheel
Yeah, goosebumps in Atlanta
n*ggas were spending money
Where was your antennas?
Pimp, I'm a n*gga from the block
Can you pull a hundred
Thousand up out a hoe's c*ck?
n*gga, keep a b*tch broke
I got a real hope
She keep her di*k
In her throat
Huh?
What you mean
A money fantasy?
Let me kick you in the ass
I'm gonna give you brain damage
Yeah It's pippin' on mine
All on the b*tch
Every motherf*ckin' dime
Yeah
Homie, who that there?
I chase a hoe down man
I do that there You know why?
I need someone
To come and tell me
About this villain
That's in my bones
I know
I can't explain it
To mortal man
Cause every time
I pop my collar
My collar pop me back
They don't understand
Cause we be fly
Fly for life
And if they wanna mess
With Try and treasure us
Sugar free of sweets
We know we can

[Chorus: Suga Free]
Cause I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang
I believe in pimping hoes
Yeah, you sexy thang