LYRICS
作词 : Marlon Goodwin/Premro Vonzellaire Smith
作曲 : Marlon Goodwin/Premro Vonzellaire Smith
8ball will come out hard, with the gangster lean
Gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
I'm a pimpster, not a trick on a stroll
You gotta pimp that thing and keep a trick on hold
Stay on top of the world, with a gun in your hand
Take control of a woman and fear no man
It be hard for me to see a day without cash
If you got it and I don't, I'll blast your ass
With the quickness because a pimp don't play
I gotta work on my game and think of ways to get paid
Born in the Mound, down deep in the South
With the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
In the Chevrolet Impalas with the Cragars and Vogues
Four deep with the 'yak, smokin' Fat Mack indoor
Fall up in the club with the pimpster tone
Got a TEC in my pants, you step to me, and it's on
Got a family in Memphis, got a gang in Texas
T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus
Flex this pimp-typed mind in the studio
Or, I'm comin' out hard
(Comin' out, hard)
(Hard, comin' out, hard)
MJG, description: A brother
And one who tends to always keep his business undercover
But still I wind up in the middle of a click
Some I heard, he heard, she heard
Should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage
Trick, I ain't barrin' this, sucker let's start this rumble
Wing trick, you missed, I hit, tumble
Into the speaker, now you feelin' weaker
Man, don't step when you think you got backup
Lookin' for some help but your boys just slacked up
Punked out, gotten backed, layin' low
Headin' to the front door, sneakin' out real slow
How you feel now? What's wrong? What's the matter?
Mama never told you not to play with those rappers
MJG got loose in the nine deuce
But for the Nine-Trey, the pimps don't play, wait
I'ma stay true, some of y'all gon' trade
Some of y'all I'ma like, some of y'all I'ma hate
But see I'm in it to win, not in it for a part
And it's considered a job for me to come out, damn, hard
(Comin' out, hard)
(Hard, comin' out, hard)
I gotta come out hard as hell, just like the life I lead
Cool, feed on the next brother greed
J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' bucked
Killers be shootin' up suckers with no gut
I'm scopin' big bucks, lookin' for the payoff
Livin' like a pimpster, takin' everyday off
Ridin' through the hood, with my homies gettin' smoked out
Fall up in the mall, on a hoe stroll, loked out
Cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard
MJG, count it down
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One, don't, two, make me, three, go off
Suckers gettin' stuck up in a phase, tryin' to amaze somebody else, but they find that it don't pay
I'm gonna keep droppin' tracks, smokin' Fat Mack's haze
In the ash tray, three quarts, put away
Gat on the table, 'cause I'm able, I'ma keep it
Right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it
My mind is a weapon, 'cause I'm smart from the start
MJG, pimp, pimp (Don't play from the 9-Trey), comin' out hard
(Comin' out, hard)
(Hard, comin' out, hard)