Ike Turner Pimpin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] Play me some pimpin' mane [Chorus: Billy Wes] Hustlin' all day tryna make this livin' Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this trickin' What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? Goin' HAM in the streets tryna feed my folks We dyin' everyday cause our hood need hope What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin? [Verse 1: Slim Thug] What them boys know about this H-Town pimpin'? Hoes by the dozen, never doin' no simpin' Hit the strip club, I ain't doin' no tippin' I'm buildin' up my team, knockin' niggas for they women See they lookin' for the honey, we lookin' for the money I'm breakin' hoes, makin' dough, laughin' at them dummies Got a team of go-getters, droppin' stacks in my lap Ain't no drought sеllin' pussy, so I stopped sellin' crack I'm a motherfuckin' mac, and I ain't talkin' 'bout computеrs If a bitch come short, I'ma beat her up or shoot her Thug boss, Juice-J on the track spittin' pimpin' H-Town, Memphis Tenn., hat leanin' while I'm limpin' [Chorus: Billy Wes] Hustlin' all day tryna make this livin' Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this trickin' What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? Goin' HAM in the streets tryna feed my folks We dyin' everyday cause our hood need hope What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? [Verse 2: Juicy J] NORTH I'm ridin' through the hood and I'm screamin', "Chuuch" Tryna get my hands in the bottom of a hoes purse And I'm checkin' traps cause this crack is jumpin' back Even if I have to rob a jack for the money rats Ike Turner pimpin' in this game, it just hittin' a bitch It can mean ya all about ya grind and ya hustlin [?] .44 with a mask, or by usin' ya fists Or something automatic like a chopper with some extra clips Get up off yo ass, no more puff or pass We gon' hit this block, we gon' get this cash And it's up for grabs, jump on this real fast Billy Wes, you tell 'em how we make it last [Chorus: Billy Wes] Hustlin' all day tryna make this livin' Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this trickin' What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? Goin' HAM in the streets tryna feed my folks We dyin' everyday cause our hood need hope What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin? [Verse 3: Project Pat] Get it quick, get it fast 'cause they say it might not last Spend it to the last gram, so if you 'bout that cash Blowin' dope, inhalin' smoke, hoe, and a light soft lil' trifling bitch, I'm 'bout to deck you with a right cross How I'm supposed to cook this dope? You done [?] kilo, my neff' you a [?], you blew it up, casino Even though you had my kid [?] strugglin' to eat It's love, but I beat you down like a nigga in these streets Backhand smack when you let too much of that lip flap What's missing? I'll bet that's when you heard that gun click-clack You steal from me, and we're sleeping in the same house? I'm full this liquor ho, I'm 'bouts to check you out [Chorus: Billy Wes] Hustlin' all day tryna make this livin' Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this trickin' What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin'? Goin' HAM in the streets tryna feed my folks We dyin' everyday cause our hood need hope What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin? What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimpin?