ANDRE NICKATINA & EQUIPTO - A Pimp's Blood lyrics

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[Intro: Andre Nickatina]

It's blowin' cop, cop

Try not to get knocked, knocked

Other pimp's on the block, block

They think you hot, hot

[Andre Nickatina]

In a pimp's blood, the mouthpiece says a gold tub

Countin' money, talkin' shit, hit fifth with a back rub

'Cause in a pimp's eye, baby don't lie

'Cause every word not heard, game floats by

Man like a lear jet, I need a hairnet

'Cause I can see that my money in your purse yet

[Equipto]

Gon' to make money, I'ma stay hungry

Know the right time when not to say nothing

Huh, get gone international

Just campaign, tell 'em go cast yo' vote

I give game a good name, smooth as woodgrain

Spit real talk that you wish you could say

Right timin', hoes are co-signin'

My look cut glass like diamonds

[Andre Nickatina]

In a pimp's veins, it's not good to forget names

I'ma get that bitch, I don't care what you say mayne

Yo, ho it's chump change

And if she wasn't so stupid she'd be with a mack mayne

You can see me in the left lane

Man I'm a rap cat God, I hangs with the best mayne

Tatoo on her chest mayne

And she'll represent the name in her brain 'til she rest mayne

She walk like a horse God

And when she get up his money and stop by force God

[Equipto]

Bitch where the bankwad, let the ass drop

So deep that I can't stop

Talk shit boastin', cloud nine mind stay floatin'

Yet I'm showin' no emotion

I'm stone face, on deck or the home plate

Rotate on the block like you won't skates

To the curb, I hit 'em with the right words

Chance is slim, you fuckin' with a iceberg

I'm gon' win, I spend to make ends

Ridin' alone, my phone's my best friend

Huh, I relax, you plottin' on G-stacks

Count mo', lean back

[Andre Nickatina]

In a pimp's act, I might tell a playa step back

Man I'ma bust that bitch and her girlfriend, fuck that

And at the right time, them hoes 'll be mine

It might take like twenty-three cold lines

Ask me anything, I'm just like Butterscotch

I got information freak, like a laptop

Yeah I'm at cha', I know you got to do

You know it's rude but it's smooth and it's way cool

It might feel like a snake when I make moves

But if you trust me, check it out we can't lose

'Cause in a pimp's eye, you see dollar signs

Sayin' he's number one with the fresh vines

Cadillac right there with the pure shine

And engraved in the steering wheel "Get Mines"

We do best havin' fun in the night time

And we can keep on grindin' 'till the sun shine

I keep a lock on your mind 'till lunch time

And I'm Sugar Ray Richardson in crunch time

Never full of hot air I don't pump lines

And the money's right there on the front line

[Equipto]

These hoes gon' fall like Autumn leaves

Make things so clear 'till my bottom be's

Come on, get to work it's back and forth

In town just to see what your track is worth

I'm sayin', all night P.M. A.M.

Put 'em down at the Days Inn

Get long distance, know the mind of your bitches

Tell 'em mind your bidness

'Cause all this mean somthin', 'till your team of runners

Come through too clean, bitch bring my money

No joke, I'm out for the federal note

We from the 'Sco where we known, to keep a bitch broke

Yeah, that's right, you tryin' to get your cash right

'Cause all this in the fast life, in a pimp's blood