She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
California Air
Chain all blue like it's running out of air
I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere
And you know that ho fresher than a new pair
Retro elevens on the pedal
I'm taking this to the next level
Competition best invest up in a Chevelle
And if you niggas still wanna
Make a deal with the devil
I can help you meet him
Introduce you to my barrel (to my barrel)
All you artists walking 'round
Wit'cha wack raps (wack raps)
And getting f**ked
By the game - Kat Stacks (Kat Stacks)
And any nigga thinking he can make it happen
I'll be outside of Staples
With the bitches and the Phantom
Mothaf**ka
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
Pull up on them bitches
Stepping out on thirty inches
In my L A  Dodger fitted with some Louie V stitching
Niggas wanna catch me slipping yeah
They praying and they wishing
Cause a nigga clocking dough
And I'm f**king all they bitches
(Yo you f**king all they bitches )
Yeah I'm f**king all they bitches
And it's money over bitches and
I'm preaching my religion
Cause this game that
I'm living 'bout as cold as my wrist is
If you know my pops then
You know I'm 'bout the business
Smoke big trees  Christmas
Chain super sick  syphilis
My flow retarded nigga gifted
This game's a bitch  watch me pimp it
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
What about me
If you don't kick it with me
Who you gon' kick it with
Ice Cube is the shit  who you been speaking with
They been lying to you if they told you different
I got a different cool type of temperament
West Coast style baby on some California shit
They mighta told you that
I was hard on a bitch
You know how it go
Some bitches think they slick
Look at me and think they 'bout to get rich
Uh-oh  danger
You are a stranger
Who am I  I am The Lone Ranger
Tonto tell 'em
I'll run yo' f**king ass through the ranger
It goes
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
She had to get a pimp she couldn't
Make it on her own
What about me

What about me
What about me