n*ggas Coming Clean lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, the Skinny motherf*cker most definetly up in this, b*tch
I got my n*gga Lil' Gin up in here, drinkin' on a pint of that sh*t, you know I'm sayin'
We just finna get f*cked up off this sh*t
While Lady Bee gon' drop some of this hard ass sh*t on your motherf*ckin' ass
It's gon' be some like this right here, b*tch

[Verse 1: Lady Bee]
L-A-D-Y, B mean baleful, b*tch, that mean I'm stackin', mane
I'm tryna let the hoes in the hood know, I guess they love bein' broke
If I have to get my pimp here to smack a n*gga to get my M
b*tch, you best to believe I'ma recеive what I want from him
I don't need no n*gga, look here, b*tch, I got my own, so
Put somе in a punk ass n*gga drink, walk out with his clothes
Hollywood, North Memphis, b*tch
Dangerous street, Sanders Street
Down with B, Lady Bee, lettin' you n*ggas know I'm thick
Haulin' in my IROC with the top dropped, kickin' hard
n*ggas rollin', showin' they Dissent Lexus down my boulevard

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Homicide & DJ Zirk]
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
[Verse 2: Lady Bee]
All you jealous hoes that talkin' about a b*tch, you f*ckin' with n*ggas that [?]
And talkin' about another ho, but yo, this ho is a pimp
Blast your ass if you violate, 'cause talk is cheap
I'm tryna have fun, you constantly sayin'
Somethin' that's f*ckin' with me
On the street smile in my face, behind my back you stick your sh*t
You need a junt for youngin' and wreckless, you lil' project b*tch
I thought you knew this sh*t is thick, b*tch, pimp sh*t, no joke
I got Ki's stacked but ho, I never like sold no dope
Intelligence since seventeen, I was on my own
But now I'm thirty, b*tch, and dirty, b*tch
I keep a restless tone for you lames, meanin' n*ggas too
Lady Bee be strapped, fool, make some, shake some, what you wanna do?
Tellin' me 'bout my b*tch, 'bout my nig, hold you up
It ain't my fault you can't get the pus*y f*ckin' soft, you Duck
Who need a lover? Just make sure he got rubber
'Cause Lady Bee the pimp and cone on these motherf*ckers

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Homicide & DJ Zirk]
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
[Verse 3: Lady Bee]
All you n*ggas comin' clean, actin' like they got the money, sh*t
I can tell you be bail, white folk got your sh*t for sale
Reeled up, you thinkin' that I'ma choose up, you can't afford me, b*tch
Just because you eat at Applebee's don't make your punk-ass rich
Project hoes they'll go for you, these n*ggas full of fake
Smile, candid camera project b*tch, your ass on tape
Speedin' down the neighborhood, you suckin' on the thermometer
'Posed to be your boyfriend, now his friends wanna holler at you
f*ckin' with these dopeboys when they ain't about sh*t
All they gonna do is get locked up and write you letters, b*tch
When they get out of jail, them n*ggas always breakin' bad
Got you check the pus*y 'cause you so afraid that di*k gon' bond your ass
That's why I put a charge to these n*ggas, they ain't got it like that
I can't even holler, see you later, make my pockets fat
Kickin' by a Chevy with the hammers and the Vogues
Then hit me with a lick, now that's the way they treat us hoes

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Homicide & DJ Zirk]
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Comin' up be hard when you livin' off a hustle
You pimpin', gankin', slangin' dope, is all about that struggle
I'm smokin' on some skunk as I splurge in my clean sh*t, bumpin' Willie Hutch, slangin' drugs, b*tch, my pockets thick
Meanin' that I'm straight, slice the cake then distribute it
Sweat the track, drownin' down in Yak, servin' junkies crack
Hangin' all paranoid 'cause the windows tinted [?]
Don't try culture boomin', got me spooked plus nervous inquisit
Strap for my trap, n*ggas saw me but I got 'em here
In my dopehouse hold the strap on near they mouth, tied to the chair, that's the way we do it, fool, I'm from the N-O-R-T-H
n*ggas they runnin' they mouth, they gettin' popped through the one you love to hate
Pimpin' b*tches up, I'm rollin' clean, big link on my neck
Twinkle up the grill, chill, steal, I'm the Bonie Mack
Droppin' on a plane, for them thangs 'cause they chief with you
Come back makin cheese, quarter Ki's, I'm still robbin', fool, talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Homicide & DJ Zirk]
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)
n*ggas comin' clean
I make the hoes pay me
n*ggas comin' clean, I'm—, I'm out here conin' (Gotta)