Pimpin' and Jackin' - Too Short, C-Bo

Man, it sure has been a long time mayne… you know?

Got the fuck out the gate though

$hort Dog, check these bitches man

(Ay yo C-Bo) Ha, what is it my nigga?

(What's up mayne?)

Ah you know, keepin' it gangsta fo sho' (Yeah)

(These niggas out here tryin' to player hate on the West man)

Fuck them niggas (Spit that shit nigga)

I give a fuck where you from fool I’m ridin' with $hort

If I step in the ring and scream kill they dyin' for sure

You better ask these niggas, from high death to the top

I had to answer these niggas, bone crusher blast at these niggas

There ain’t no fast in these niggas, all my niggas gotta eat

So it’s a must that I crush ki’s, if I’m smearin' I dust up many

Bustin' slugs up any, from The Yay to GA

Heard the fed’s at the house, gotta use the spray with the 'K

Twenty pounds of criptonite on a plane (on a plane)

Ten metrograph birds on a train (on a train)

Ten years down the line doin' the same thang

Nigga fresh up out the pen bangin' the same gang

On parole, fo-fifth stay aimed to flame

Rearrange a nigga brain, bitch we bring the pain

$hort Dog my nigga, we ride 'til death do us

Only way to face death is to put a teflon through us

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

Westside gon' have it, what?!

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

Westside gon' have it, uh

I know all about these nothin' ass hoes

Niggas you can’t trust and how this street life goes

I gotta hustle, that’s all I ever think about

If I gotta stand on the corner when the fiends come out

If my raps don’t sell, I’m pimpin' Sonia

Cause pussy never stop sellin' in California

Turn a bitch into a ho…

Even had a bitch rappin' in the studio

Turnin' tricks, suckin' dicks in a video

If you see some money you better get it ho

You know I gotta eat good, this ain’t no joke

We got bitches, music, and we slangin' dope

Up all night, tryin' to make more cash

Police always tryin' to take your stash

They need to just let a player do his thang

Eat steak everyday and make some loose change

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

The Westside gon' have it, what?!

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

The Westside gon' have it, uh

It’s fuck a bitch, get rich, put a snitch in a ditch

Keep a clip full of hollow-tips that’ll slang from the hip

Fo'-fifth flame and flip, bodies like a Gotti

Once my infrared spot him I rise and I got him

Fuckin' with a killer, stay on the chase for the millas

Fat house on the hilla, Benz truck, 20 inch wheelas

600 blunted, to the airport then scoop $hort

Fat heater on lap, I dare any nigga to step forth

Get smoked of course, blasted, in a casket

Murder them bastards, leave the whole scene drastic

Jumped in the car with C-Bo, on the way to the liquor sto'

Before we go get some more indo

So we can smoke and ride

Cause I’mma stay high for the rest of my life

Independent in a major way

I know you love the way us players play

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, but I stay hungry

Bitches hear what I say and everyday they want me

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

The Westside gon' have it, uh

Me and $hort forever stack doe, and keep it crackin'

If the music ain’t stackin', he pimpin' bitch and I’m jackin'

On the track with a full metal jacket, yellin' fuck the world

The Westside gon' have it, nigga