Sumn' Like a Pimp

I got (?) on my ride in the black

I Bet you if i turn you baby

I can make em bop

Got me saying

Who the **** you be ***** you know me

Who the **** who-who the **** you be ***** you know me

I'm sum'n like a pimp(x2)(Paul Wall:)(Making em bop)

I'm sitting down in pimp mode

My trunk bump like a lymph node

Them boppas gaze and haters haze

I'm playa made with hemp roll

I pull up and make them wimps fold

My wide body big blimp hoes

That fifth drop down look to the floor

The trunk glow

I'm so ****

I'm candy red like

ElmoMe a simp

Oh hell no

Just ask your girlfriend she'll know

I got her stuck like

VelcroI put em under my spell bro

My mackin' game is real cold

I'm crawling round the parking lot

In a 'lac dialup

Dell slowCatch a glimpse of this thug prince

With purple rain up in my cup

When it get tense

I never flinch

That hunter pinch is by my gut

What the **** oh thats a nine

That broad with me oh thats a dime

That cadillac thats double parked

Dripping stains oh yeah thats mine

Boys know that

I'm bout that bread

Boppas know they got to give head

Haters know bout the infrared

That leave em dead and full of that lead

I'm one hundred and full of bread

I'm Paul Wall

I'll hold it down

You know me

I'm getting mine

That paper and them dimes