Pussy Sells - Tha Eastsidaz/Suga Free L T Uh The nerve of this b**ch A b**ch made purpose Is to service a mac In a skirt till her Feet hurt workin trap No breaks ho break mine Or she don't sleep P**sy just a piece Of meat another means to eat B**ches playin like The wayin so I stay in the game Pimpin hard on these niggaz Cuz they playin is lame How i'm came at a ho Is all a b**ch gone know What I won't what I don't And where to put my dough Back-talk get you slapped Broad stay in yo place I might get the hanger Then make you lay on yo face Trick guerilla for My scrilla ho you got to know Chronic w**d smoke The only thing I cop to blow Gangsta-playa paper-chasin Break a b**ch like young No tongue get em sprung From the game I run One in a million with This pimpin Suga Free no cut Now come up from promote And tell these hoes what's up Ho must've said Suga Free go Wash yo hands I said b**ch I'm Suga Free I wash my Hands befo I touch my dick B**ch I'm ceasin meanin I'm 900-99 thousand 900-99 dollars 99 cents away from breathin Now if she tell that her P**sy ain't sellin she lyin Man that b**ch is connin you And it she say baby Let's go get this paper Don't playa-hater hater she tryin Be all the ho that you can be Oh no I ain't gone playa hate You cuzz you dressed like you a freak Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep" With that pimp stick hangin French-braided right by my feet Now on a accident p**sy sells You see how heavy traffic gets p**sy sells Ni**a you lookin foe Yo ho main p**sy sells But you gone get plenty Mo cuz pimpin neva fells Ooohh venom cross my heart hope To die stick a needle in my eye If you didn't have Suga Free You'd have to invent him Got Someby Like a Mua F**ka Me and my niggaz is hard as hell Pimp slap a b**ch for some clientele B**ch get me a room at a plush hotel To hit this trick for This lick and go get my mail If you ever get caught Cracked and thrown in jail You know a ni**a comin Throw with that bail I put you on a track Like that for real And you know and I know That p**sy will sell Oohh She got the bomb My b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy Oohh She got the bomb You want the honey ni**a I want the money Where ever I go it's all the same Do the p**sy have a name yeah But it might change da da Dependin on the weather Or the mood that that day If the cat got macked Then that fool gone pay Now lay lay yo head on back You down with the dogg Then work that trap And don't come back till you get That scratch and bring it all to me I put the P-I-M-P-O ology B**ch threw a dolla at me me I threw it back now she Followin me ha ha ha ha I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours You say you broke ho Look here miss me It be all tipes of niggaz That be payin for ma-dussy b**ch There go the cona girl Now post up If you come back with no chips Yo gets slapped up I might hit you with the pimp stick And b**ch think twice Befo askin fo deez-nick And the last time you had some money Is when you stole it from yo momma B**ch that sh*t ain't funny Ain't funny But a pimp like me got Payed got payed And a hoe like you got Played got played Now listen to the sound Of the bells ring Baby it's cash goin On like ching ching Get up get out and get some You see what i'm doin bustin On tracks to keep you f**kin Let you tell it i'm out Here pimpin for free That ain't yo Goldie I got too much hog in me I dogg hoes like Snoop like Snoop Throw some lotion on yo feet Befo you jump up in my coup beeitch Pimpin ain't easy But it's a whole lotta fun Tray 5 7 6 5 4 2 1 Get dought in the snow in Idahoe I gotta lie to ho and a wida hoe One things for show if all fails They go get my mail cuzz p**sy sells Oohh She got the bomb My b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy Oohh She got the bomb You want the honey ni**a I want the money Oohh She got the bomb Yeah my b**ch got some bomb a** p**sy Oohh She got the bomb Ni**a you want the honey Fool I want the money Yeah Tray 5 7 6 5 4 2 1 Ni**a Pimp on In a real way