Low Profiles

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[Verse] Yeah I'm in my Range, switchin' lanes now You can't see my passenger, she's giving me brains now She got ice in her mouth, tell me that ain't wild Cop's next to me, peepin' my Colgate smile We 'bout to take this here back to la casa Where her homegirls waitin' for the m�nage � trois Crooked's a don and a mobster If hoes act right, they might win an Oscar... Mayers, no liar, is my game on fire Is it the attire or the chrome wires Is it they desire my chips, I roll by you in whips Sittin' so low it's like I have no tires Crooked I is flyer, gotta keep a bad bitch But I ain't booshie, I fuck a chick that's average Face with mad zits, you better have tits And a big ol' ass to grab , bitch! (Yeah) [Chorus] Yeah I sit the whip on low profiles Cruise by real slow Watch your hoe smile She gon' ride with a boss You got no style Hunnid thou' on the neck Bitches go wild Yeah I think a nigga need to slow down Got my name in the mouth of every hoe 'round Think I fucked every quarter piece in this whole town Niggas is jealous, so I keep the four pound Caped crusader, no, I never save a bitch Free plus Jada, those are some of my favorite chicks (Yeah) I ain't sayin' who, yeah, I fucked a famous bitch Maybe two or three, taught 'em all some gangsta shit Run back to your hubby, teaching 'em new tricks Business before pleasure, but see they do mix What you expect? They see me pushin' new whips Leanin' Louis the 13th, I take a few sips Penthouse at the Trump, get 'em in the mood quick Plus a down bitch always need new dick Some of that out of town pussy is the best, man Them country hoes love niggas from the West, man Them pork chops gave her insane, breast game That fat ass bringin' a Vera Wang dress pain And on the East Side of L.B., it goes on We poppin' bottles at the Vault and takin' hoes home [Chorus] Yeah I sit the whip on low profiles Cruise by real slow Watch your hoe smile She gon' ride with a boss You got no style Hunnid thou' on the neck Bitches go wild Yeah I think a nigga need to slow down Got my name in the mouth of every hoe 'round Think I fucked every quarter piece in this whole town Niggas is jealous, so I keep the four pound My West Coast girl, got the GT to twirl My East Coast shorty, I met her at the 40-40 (Yeah) My West Coast girl, got the GT to twirl (Yeah) My East Coast shorty, I met her at the 40-40... 40 Ya know [Outro] Yeah, It's Pimpmania If you ain't pimpin', I don't need ya, man Sorta like Michael Jackson don't need Jermaine Ya know Y'all niggas gon' make me show you how worldwide our shit is I might land in Bush Cross [?] airport in Houston I be at Pappadeaux, poppin' hoes Y'all know what it is It's Pimpmania [Chorus] Yeah I sit the whip on low profiles Cruise by real slow Watch your hoe smile She gon' ride with a boss You got no style Hunnid thou' on the neck Bitches go wild Yeah I think a nigga need to slow down Got my name in the mouth of every hoe 'round Think I fucked every quarter piece in this whole town Niggas is jealous, so I keep the four pound