La Quinta

Lyrics

[Intro: [Larenz Tate] & [Chris Tucker] in Dead Presidents (1995)] [Say Skeeter, I still can't believe you graduated man, haha] [Man, shut up] [Glad we outta school, man, I'm sick of these stupid ass broads I'm 'bout to get my pimp thang on started You know I got so many hoes now man, I gotta get an assistant pimp just to keep in track of 'em, you know make sure they on the right streets and shit] [Say Skippy, why- why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man, what's happening?] 'Cause it's real nigga, I'm a pimp [Intro 2: Jay Worthy] It's ya boy, P Worthy Checkin' in one time, check two Check mic, check one two, two And uhh, we just out here havin' a good time, man Summertime in LA, man you already know what it is Yeah [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] New day, new bitch, so it's new money Hi-Tech in the cup cost a blue hunnid Full clip in my shit homie, who want it? Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin' I be really in the set, on the Deuce thuggin' Breakin' bitches on the Brans like it ain't nothin' Take them back to the Bix, get to straight fuckin' She better pay attention, nigga, this some real shit (Real shit) She used to fuckin' with them lames, I'm a real pimp (Real pimp) Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch (Hoe bitch) Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita Went from park benches to them leather seats (Whoop) Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV (Ha) Live the life of a real nigga If you ain't got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha? [Break: Jay Worthy] Yeah, we ain't dealin' witchu, man Ain't nothin' you can do that we can't do We just do it a little better, playa [Verse 2: G Perico] Get paid every day, gotta go off your plan I'm like a young Mac Dre, no Captain Kirk hoe saving Ain't no time for love, we gotta get fly My ambitions of a baller got me doin' crime Violated parole and went on the run Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I'm from Got a room at the La Quinta I ain't even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch and then I sent her Put my shit on the map, ex-con with a million-dollar plan Breakin' hoes in e'ery city I done ran through My operation making cash And they done made a task for my ass, trying to trail but I move too fast My boys Sean and Worthy got me over the border Came straight to Seattle, London drugs imported All these player haters broke as fuck We got a room at the La Quinta with some hoes and we going up [Outro] Bet you don't know what's goin' on (Bet you don't know what's goin' on) She don't know what I'm gone do