(Pimp C rap)
My car candy coated, never voted
At the age seventeen, to the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze, and fire worth my coat and shoes mink fur
Y'all niggas ain't no pitbulls, you curred out
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and you ain't what this shit about
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south
Chunkin it up for that Texas lettin 'em see them blades chop
Verese 1 (Brooke)
I got a dude he's the flyest in these streets
Down on the corner got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth
She ain't a ho all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo
But he call me dope girl, cuz I got that oooh
(Bridge)
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the dope girl comin'
(Hook)
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got that crack and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be
I be that dope girl
That's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin
I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be
I be that dope girl
Got 'em like dope fiends
Verse 2
I got that ice cream that's what they say
Got them boys runnin to the yard for me
I drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby (mama)
But I keep him satisfied
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he's down to ride
(Bridge)
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the dope girl comin'
(Hook)
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got that crack and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be
I be that dope girl
That's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin
I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?) who I be
I be that dope girl
Got 'em like dope fiends
I know you want some of what I am serving
They keep comin' back
Cuz my block is so hot
(Pimp C Rap)
I make my records for them boys with the golds in the mouth
The thugs on parole with them O's in they house
The niggas with the heart in the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south
I'm a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla
Young girl bout to choose a pimp, man ain