Good To Go

Lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Early one sunday mornin' Swisher blunts was on the table But there wasn't no time to chief I gotta make some cheese I gotta commit a robbery [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] It's full moon, I reach into my draws and grip my Jason mask Sweat pourin' from my face, damn, I need some money bad Jumped into my 5.0, ballin', as I smoke and choke I'm finna meet this nigga and lil' bro, where he keep his dope Think he finna serve me, shit, I plan to lay him down Matter of fact, come to find out, mane, I've been scopin' him out for about two or three years now So I scheme mean, 'cause they bring me the scrap Talkin' 'bout we kinfolks but that nigga won't even not front me a slab Bitch, I got him tied to the fuckin' tree, soaked 'em down in gasoline, just in case he don't agree with me The keys; I put 'em in a safe spot I left that bitch in flames, then I ghost with the top dropped Leavin' no fuckin' evidence, News Three, they mad as hell Knowin' we comin' to cap at the camera man, as we come up in where we dwell I'm just hangin' constantly, I'm slangin' on these shady bitches Eventhough, you know we sweet stangin' [Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Don't you know I love sweet stangin'? Place the Gat to the dome, sweet stangin' Wow, wow, wow, I'm doin' it right now Sometimes it seems so funny But no money gon' turn your life to the grou-grou-ground [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Now back up in the hood, it was all safe to hangout Until them snitchin' police bitches started to runnin' they fuckin' mouth Just to knock some time off they ass, mane, that's babbage as hell Now the DEA shit got me locked up in a jail cell The only nigga that was down with me up in this tank The almighty God, and my motherfuckin' shank I stayed writin' raps and I stayed on a plan My object to my strive was to get my ass back in Many niggas tried me just to see was I a ho I smacked and shanked and jacked them bitches with a sock and a soap Worried about my bitch? Hell nah, she ain't at the crib She can fuck off all she wants, if she'll get pimpin' outta here Got right back up on the streets I changed my life by goin' to church I'm workin' at Barbara's I think to myself, this shit ain't gonna work 'Cause I'm tired of niggas rollin' clean as they splurge I got my gat again, got my mask get your ass on the curb [Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Rollin' dipped in gold, 'cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes Rollin'-rollin'-rollin'-roll-roll-rollin' (Keep, keep, keep, keep that thizzang at your ass) Rollin'-rollin' dipped in gold (Keep that thizzang at your ass) Rollin'-rollin' dipped in gold, 'cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes Ro-rollin' dipped in gold, 'cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes (Keep, keep, keep—) Ro-rollin'-rollin'-rollin' Roll-r-rollin' dipped in gold Rollin'-rollin', gold, 'cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes (Keep, keep, keep, that thizzang at your ass) Roll-roll-roll-roll-rollin' dipped in gold 'Cause I'm stangin' on you heavy hoes (Keep that thizzang at your ass) Rollin' dipped in gold Ro— [Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Homie] I'ma get your bitch ass, boy That's right, that's right Stop hangin' motherfucker We gon' kill you, boy Bitch, if I see your pizzunk-izzass, gizzet everythizzing right [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] The message that I'm tryna get across to you busters; Robbers will scare the shit outta you, just like a monster I was robbed long time ago by this amateur He laid me under the light pole, he took my shoes and my coat It was so damn petty but that damn fool just don't know I know Who he is, I still see his ass when he chill Playin' with a players life, the worst thing you could ever do You could cut your hair and grow a beard, but I still notice you Just like a bitch, like a ho, meanin' that's your fuckin' type If I ever rob a nigga it's gotta be worth his fuckin' life Fuckin' up my hustle, fuckin' up my game Come to find out he didn't have bullets in that chrome thang Jumpin' down 'til it's on, like gangsters don't go out like that Robbin' with no hollow points, like robbin' with a baseball bat I never forget a fuckin' face of a nigga, I stuck up and leavin' him Squashin' that shit like we cool but until with you leavin' me spooked Like a mack, 'cause they strapped, just in case of a jack That's the truth [Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Sweet stangin', we live in a time Sometimes it's seems so funny But no money gonna get your ass blowed off, mane