.....hoe you need to be tryna walk a motherfuckin hole in yo motherfuckin soul....fo i do you like my nigga muhfuckin pimpin ken....and give yo ass a chinese name ...onegone...u kno what i'm sayin...u do kno what i'm sayin don't u ho? 
 
[Project Pat] 
Hoe I know you got this loot 
fuck around make me shoot 
up I'm like I'm a rocket 
yea I knock it when I hit them boots 
make that pussy wetter then 
running like a faucet tap 
but when you get stupid then 
yo face is gone get a slap 
thorough breds are on the map 
pimps are riding checkin tramps 
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap 
keep a cough drop in ya cap 
like the way that booty flap 
nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap 
take me off the weight of fame 
Im'a let you run ya game 
but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame 
swang a fist dot her eye 
kiss my dick never good-bye 
fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie 
biggest booty in the club-ah 
I'm the dad you the mother 
on ya corner like no other 
you's a freaky muthafucka 
what they used to say to ya 
hooker now they paying ya 
me & you to fall off broke yea thats what they praying for 
 
[Chorus (2x):] 
 
You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) 
I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip) 
Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip) 
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip) 
 
[Verse 2] 
I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch 
got a cute little face and a tight little switch 
getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion 
tired just from now cuz she a civilian 
not a soldier to this army..i'll make ya change 
come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange 
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger 
I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer 
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you 
in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you 
bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe 
other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though 
hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse 
break you like a cash register then put in hearse 
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see 
that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me 
 
[Chorus (2x)] 
 
[Verse 3] 
Peter piper picked a bitch 
scooped her in a conflict 
through the town spit his game 
introduced her to a trick 
made that hoe up like a queen 
cooking cakes candy rings 
vinegar for pussy hole 
rubbers for the dingalings 
but the hoe didn't meet her quota 
so I whipped inta order 
break away from getting slapped start running for the border 
known to whip you out your draws 
bitch done went & told them laws 
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars 
duck niggas hate this shit 
catch'em going quack quack 
try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back 
but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping 
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n 
head cracking in a brick wall 
got me in a midst brawl 
showing out infront of folk 
that'll make me kill ya'll 
muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something 
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something 
 
You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)