Skilled Pimpin (Tomorrow) lyrics

[Interlude: Paul Harris]
Remember, a pimp is only as good as his product
See, and his product is women
Now you've got to go out there
And you got to get the best ones, you can find
And you got to work them broads, like nobody's ever worked them before
And never forget, anybody can control a woman's body
See, but the key is, to control their mind
You see pimpin' is a big business
And it's been going on, since the beginning of time
And it's gonna' continue straight ahead, 'til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet"

[Verse 1: Big Hill]
Theses n*ggas trickin' with these hoes, who do thеy chose
Your racks or your riches, your clothes or your gold, who knows?
Your insurancе policy, would've put that b*tch up in the [?]
Thirty-seven thousand, or to see you once more
Not a chance, I hope the lord was whit you
That b*tch is gonna' miss you and tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it, trick, you gave your life to this b*tch
And come to find out, that it wasn't worth it, unless she got your kids
And keepin' it real, do my story seems real for you
These busters tradin', like they gon' kill for you
I heard, this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
But we all end up in the pen, Is about that game
f*ck where you came from
Im drinkin' that Andrew with some Rum, so here I come
Im trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal mind is seen incarcerated, since the 80s
The outside was behind me
Causin' all the guards checkin' their red card for some commissary
I'm passin' my time, constantly lyin' to sister mary
Knowin' all the time, them demons really scared me
My life is hell already, my nightly dreams of Freddie
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this b*tch
I pack my sh*t then hit the bricks
Smokin' on some chronic, with the warden b*tch
These streets been hard from the start, plus these b*tches breakin' these busters heart
I'm callin' on God but at night, I'm asked to rob
That mob like n*gga, camouflaged guerrillas, pullin' them triggers
Not see many kind of n*gga, stay outta' my business, n*gga
Just to those, who cryin' with those at your funeral
[Interlude: Paul Harris & Big Hill]
"Work them, work them broads like, work them
Work them broads, like nobody has ever worked them before"
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this b*tch
"Never forget, never forget, never forget, never forget
Get the best ones, you can find"
The warden says, tomorrow

[Verse 2: Big Hill]
It's summertime, the sun is burnin' hot
I'm seein' nothin' but hoes, as I cruise the block
(Get the best ones, you can find)
I park my ride, then stepped outside the university of Memphis
Sweatin' them college b*tches
Say, whats your name baby, she says my names Katie
And she's a special kind of lady, very educated
But Katie was too kind, schemin' for mine
Shes runnin' her line, Im playin' with Katie's mind
Katie wants to wine and dine
Im from the project b*tch, smackin' that pus*y with the switch
Bad little kitty, askin' for this pimpin' now what about kim
My chances were slim, until I read the book of "Iceberg Slim"
Now Kim sellin' trim, smilin' and grinnin' all the time, they wanna spin
Who your so called friends, they lost for dust
Now dig, what I'm sayin'
Callin' your b*tch up on the other end and tellin' your b*tch
Since you did the game they play, gonna get they head split
Crooked [?] some of these trizznicks, bustin' marks from the AK
Real men don't play that way but some of these tricks gon' witness
This game ain't safe, on this hot summer day
[Verse 3: Big Hill]
I ain't runnin' from you b*tches, down with givin' stitches
I'm takin' the money out the vault and smackin' these busters with my
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Got trouble on these n*ggas, they gonna make bubbles from the lake
They crossin' for them flakes, nothin' but friends claimin' they straight
They think, they ready for this drug powered sh*t
Clean cars and hits, so hug your kids
Because the gang get bigger
And Mr. Big, will split your wig
(Never forget, never forget)
Over that sh*t you did, my n*gga
Colombian killer, I'm up in New York, ho
Starin' at, what big boy wearin'
Mari ostrich boots and Pelle Pelle suits, with the mink
Smokin' that ink, so f*ck what you busters think
I tuck my hair, step to the back and sat between my b*tches
f*ck you snitches, carry y'all drinks and champagne wishes
A toast to the b*tch, that boss the most
And helped me my pimpin' go coast to coast
I'm saddlin' like Casper, the friendly ghost
My hood, my n*gga, my G's, we smokin' them green leaves

[Outro: Paul Harris & Big Hill]
"Get the best ones, you can find, get the best ones, you can find"
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this b*tch
"Never forget, never forget, never forget"
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this b*tch
I pack my sh*t
"Work them broads like, work them
Work them broads like, nobody has ever worked them before"
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this b*tch