Mack of the Year

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Attention all pimps: we players gotta get paid And all you tricks with banks; you're gonna get played Creep through the hood with the Glock under my frontseat Gotta stray strapped for the streets of '93 'Cause the hood ain't no joke Too many brothers broke, too many brothers smoked But it ain't funny, I gotta get my money I got a baby boy still pimpin' on his mommy You see, the bills gotta stay paid And I ain't finna sell my butt, I'll sell my slut Pimpin' goes on to the end of the time First you got to get control of the mind And then you gotta practice your ho safe sex Ayy, yo, tricks, come and get your pussy wet Nation wide, I took my women on a tour They went platinum, see, I'm the mack of the year [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Real players don't high-cap, 'cause real players only pimp Local players got women, but they don't got no limp I gotta get paid with the swiftness You see I started my life a little scandalous I used to beat my broads, you ain't never handle yo' woman Like I did mine with a hammer, don't fall in love No matter how much you love the slut, she can't be trust You better start breakin' these women 'Cause some of these women be packin' and runnin' stuff too Bringin' the money to Goldie Mack, I thought you knew You see my broads they be robbin' these boys With a .357 and it sound like duals I gotta keep 'em fresh in some real tight Daisy Dukes I gotta sell, I'm bail from prostitutes I gotta throw on the fur and smoke up some pure Yeah, 'cause I'm the mack of the year [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Now these women on my jock in the projects But I'm knowin' to never not trust a groupie like that I just hit, then vamp 'Cause they don't wanna get up 'bout they hog-killin' They be lookin' for a groupie game on the Skinny Pimp See I'm poppin' at domes, I gotta gizzet pizznaid My best friend is a robber, 211, just a AK R, double the O, K, real players don't play Broke hoes, broke nose, me want the cheese, though I'm stackin' and packin' the money by breakin' all my broads pockets Knockin' boots, I'm makin' cheese, G's droppin' off the ducketts Players, real players yeah, they givin' up the chewin' too Don't think that I won't ask you what you do, what you do-do? In your mouth, mane, they love them Daisy Duke freaks Hit it with a jimmy, never flame it when you take a lick, but pay me Get me mine, then I'm outta here (You can have it all) 'Cause I'm the mack of the year