motherfuckers wave your hand like so
And all you bitches gettin' pimp,
give your man that dough
Yeah, I walk with a limp,
cause my dick's in the way
They say I talk like a pimp, but I'm a
M -A -C -K
What's the difference?
Both of you exploit women for cash
Exactly, but a pro pimp would sell his own ass
I never learned to scent, man,
I dropped out that class
You better smoke your hemp
through an oxygen mask
Be fore you come over here,
fuckin' my high up
Interruptin' your bitch while
she licking up my nuts
I used three condoms,
but she let me get five bucks
Nocturnal, got her stuck with
her hands and feet tied up
Huh, when the dusk hits
And I reach the club, it gets exquisite
And I can give a fuck about your bitch
And which bitch she rollin' with,
it's knockin' hit
Both our dicks gon' spit
And both of us gon' rub
on her ass and tits
She mixin' up my nut and
her mouth with spit
It's obvious she's in love
with a man with a big dick
I'm involved with a big clique
My music's to deal with old in
fo and she's in love with it
Watch out, all these scoundrels hoes in
LA got me rollin' with my
Glock out
Swing my pick up my dough
and then clock out
I'm out to fuck hoes everyday
I fuck em' in they house man,
I fuck em' in they jeep
I fuck em' when they broke man,
I fuck em' when they sleep
I fuck em' in the throat,
hey man that's fuckin' deep
Like bitches that want to smoke,
and bitches that like to joke
Comin' to my house broke,
lookin' for something to eat
Beat it, from my wizard, you get deleted
No more visits, you bitch, I mean it
No ho, no cry, oh, here's a
Kleenex
Here's a penis, kiss it,
French or
English
They say it's conceded,
nah, it's connected
Caramel complected,
college bitches get nected
Jail niggas respected,
big hit be keepin' it wrestin'
Watch out, all these scandalous hoes in
L .A.
Got me rollin' with my
Glock out
Swing by, pick up my dough
and then clock out
Then I'm out to fuck hoes every day
I'm down with thugs and pritzy bitches
Got love for anybody gettin' riches
I feel like me and knock the next niggas
At shows, we make about eight figures
Why not clown?
Get down
Spit rounds, lounge with bad
bitches blazin' the ounce
We out on the town with the whole
crew passin' dick out
Without regard to you, him or you
Fuck your whole crew,
we match regardless
Hitman, her, me and you
That's it, man
On a late night rendezvous,
dance I'm about to blow out my pants
Matter of fact,
we up under the club's heat lamp
Drink that and we about to be out
We two or three minutes from my house
Which means I'm five or six minutes
from digging you out
Single hoes, hood rats,
your bitch and your spouse
L .A., coming out
In and out with a smile before I spout
For the meanwhile, knocking hits,
dick is all in your mouth
Knoc-turnal 
