Pimpin' Appealin' - Mac Dre, Jay Tee

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Short cutthroat cuddie, cold as snow cones

Es Telemundo — what’s up, holmes?

Mac Drevious, Northern Califas

Two hundred diamonds shinin' in my teefas

Backwoods leafas, only

I say «cuddie,» you say «homie»

Bitches all on me, I don’t sweat it

Tryna get wetted, any other shit, dead it

Believe me if I said it, it’s the real deal

Like Evander Holy-muh'fuckin'-field

No pill, hand her half

The shroom got you, make me laugh

I’m a rock star, shout out to the rapper’s body

That’s why I always turn out the party

Cutthroat, down for the murder and killage

Right now, soak up this verbal spillage

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Pull up on the scene, let me out

'Cause I’ma bump a bitch, ain’t no doubt

I spit that shit that they love to hear

That’s why I catch chlamydia twice a year

My game run deep, just ask my daddy

How you think I know about that four-door Caddy?

Trues and Vogues, and hella beat

Full-blooded gangstas with hella heat

Big old choppas and throwaways

Why need a job, I keep a ho at bay

Hook me up, foot the bill

And every night, put the scrill

In the bank, up under my mattress

Another hundred thou', watch how I scat this

And burn rubber, no time for kissin'

Turn down the beat, y’all need to listen

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Facin' trigger locks on my hoes on the block

Used to keep a Glock and a pocket full of rock

Gotta have a knot and a whip that’s hot

Can’t be shot, no hustle, no spot

How can I be lost and clueless?

No hoes, no weed, broke and jewel-less?

You sound so foolish, so old school-ish

When bubblegums and certs jackets was the coolest

I went from BMX to full-dressed hogs

It’s bitches in the back and they fuckin' like dogs

It’s the American dream, scream if it’s your nightmare

It’s ugly but it’s fair, so I gotta stack my money all the way up to there

All the way up to there, all the way up to there, all the way up to there

I’ll tell you the truth

I’m LaGhetto LaMossie, and I’m the cognac killer

And it don’t get no better than this

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I knock a bitch with this pimpin' appealin'

Robbin', stealin', lootin' and killin'

I need money to touch the ceiling