Once Again It’s Lil Gin lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The Skinny Pimp and MVP brings to you
The youngest, hardest, rapper from Humes Junior High's
Lil' Gin

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Once again, it's Lil' Gin, bangin' at your f*ckin' door
Open it, them folks up after me, where can I hide, ho?
n*ggas can't shoot craps or drink a pint [?]
Helicopter scopin', thirteen year old, bound for STC
Blow a junt, let's get drunk, wizze, hizzigh then a bird
Eyeball bloodshot red as hell, meanin' full of f*ckin' herb
Young n*ggas poppin' cones, hoes say my di*k is long
Jealous n*ggas hate this sh*t, made me wanna shoot my tone
The pimp is in my nature, it made me wanna beat at the
b*tch, that I f*ck with, until she start to try the tricks
Lil' Gin, drinkin', the Cognac keepin' me ready to pull the trigger
I'm happy, don't f*ck with a n*gga, that's kinda like full
Step up, watch the buckshots hit the sissy punk
Fall on your motherf*ckin' face, twelve-gauge pump
Lame ass n*ggas can't f*ck with a nutcase
Too late, no escape, young n*ggas heavyweight

[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, the Skinny n*gga
Introducin' the youngest, hardest n*gga
Lil' Gin, once again, b*tch
He's back, y'all know what time it is
[Verse 2: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just stop beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these n*ggas stangin'
I'm strapped, b*tch, don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alizé
Sprayin' that cherry spray, I'm blowin' my heater while I'm chiefin' hay
Made it to my designation, then I grip my cellular
n*gga, where your ass at? Then I load my f*ckin' Gat
Lookin' through my rearview, then a shawty pulled up next to me
Steppin' out the car kinda slow with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reached, then I see n*ggas outta nowhere with them TEC's
Thinkin' kinda fast but reachin' slow to grip my f*ckin' gun
Soon as I open my trench (Boom) to my f*ckin' arm
They let you know not to go out like no sucker
But when you dealin' dope, somebody else is on they f*ckin' hustle

[Interlude:Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Damn, skip to international pimpin'
You know what I'm sayin', all across the world, know I'm sayin'
All kinds of foreigners, petty combs and robbers, everything

[Verse 3: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Demons in my soul, triple six, with no love
Wipe the pistol, while the dead bullets in your head, so f*ck you, boy
I blast you in your ass with this mask
I blizzast the TEC, then leave your body flat
Worms crawlin', and then I take you to my basement
You stink, then I drink 'til they wonder where you went
My b*tch is at the crib with a trick who won't pay up
I told a b*tch to get the gun, and shoot 'em in his nuts
Now focus on this action takin' place up at the crib
This n*gga full of bullets, so they wonder will he live?
Bullets went to flames, leavin' brains in the toilet
The b*tch then caught a murder charge, so she ain't even important
I smoked, then I thought about a stang I wanted to make
I think I gotta shoot this punk ass n*gga in his face (Face)
I'm f*ckin' with him, though, I creeped up on a ho
I asked him where the dope but he don't even I know
This n*gga block was full of paramedics on the scene
I made the b*tch burn, cause' she was sweatin' the mane (Cool)
The mayor, swayor, so now I got her sittin' here
pus*y and dough, baddabo, I'm bail
I robbed alotta n*ggas, I let the bullets blast
Hot shots, lay it down, now drop it off your ass
[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, the writer bring it to Lil' Gin
And Lil' Gin bring it to you hoes
Know what I'm sayin'
I hate my b*tches, I hate these hoes
I hate these Player haters
And once again, baby
We back up in the house
For the 9-5