(Chorus)Just like candy (candy)Just like candyIts the same feeling (looks good to me)[MJG]I’m creepin low in a flip, flop droptop Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thangI’m the MJG, pimp tightput it to the floor, 5-0 swang a rightin a pina, butta, guts is a mustdrivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em uppaint a ten clear coats, to make it shinemake me circle through the neighborhood 55 timeswith my gas tank full, drank a boorfall up in the park after dark try to pullme a …

(Eightball)Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta leangold smile for the women that be jockin’ the greeni’m a pimpsternot a trick on a strollya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on holdstay on top of the world, wit a gun in ya handtake control of a woman and fear no manit be hard for me to see a day with outkastif you got it and I don’t I’ll blast your ass, with the quicknessbecause a pimp don’t playI got to work on top of my game and …

(MJG)Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loadedchecking out it’s bullets just to make sure it won’t explode thishand around of the handle of my snub, no skillI must be for real in the procedure for a killstood around the corner while I cased out the bankbusted in the door and stuck the guard wit’ a shankran up to the counter pull the gun out wit’ the quicknessshot the bank teller so it wouldn’t be a witnessfled out the door with the money in …

Chorus: repeat 8X
[Pimp hard .. pimp harder]

[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]Eightball the Fat Mac must expressWhile a nigga’s gettin zooted from the potent-ass sessLookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenileMama showed love and she struggled for her only childBut like my dad I was stuck in the streetsI never wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain’t for meBack then only 16, ignorant and curiousMom’s gettin periods cause I wasn’t seriousI said fuck school teachers and the church preachersI wanted to hang with my niggas with the street sweepersBack in the days sellin herbs …

[Featuring Crime Boss, Thorough](music plays in bakground)(eightball we doin this shit once againfor you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)Intro/Chorus:lay it down, lay it downyou hoes lay it downlay it down, lay it downyou hoes lay it downVerse One: ThoroughHe’s got his head tilted back on his face is a frownWho’s that nigga there it’s Thorough bitchSo don’t you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after SwisherOh how I wish ya would step so I could hit yaWith wicked shit slick and swiftas I slaughter quick, …

Intro:I want youI got to have youBut what will this lead to?Will it just be me and you?Tell me…. you know I want youTell me how you feel….Verse One: MJGI’ll be obligedif you step outsidebecause my ride is awaitinour date anof steak ana night capwe matinawakinby smells of perfume that I inhaleand then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzellsatin sheetsheat from your feet keep me warmThe mood is perfected by sounds from the stormYou came strongerI lasted longerThan I’ve ever lastedyour mouth was fantasticthe fuck testyou passed …

feat. Ludacris[Intro: Eightball]He he he, yeeah

(Eightball)Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta leangold smile for the women that be jockin’ the greeni’m a pimpsternot a trick on a strollya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on holdstay on top of the world, wit a gun in ya handtake control of a woman and fear no manit be hard for me to see a day with outkastif you got it and I don’t I’ll blast your ass, with the quicknessbecause a pimp don’t playI got to work on top of my game and …

(MJG)I can make you get buck Even if you don’t go to the club that muchI got so much rhythm I can feel itMJG and Eightball we the realestBaby you can bill it to the P.O. boxWhen you feelin real goodLuxury soft leather with the real woodType of attitude whenever I come aroundAfter-party baby welcome down to U-Town

Eightball:Close your eyes image just you and I aloneNo instigators or player haters in our zoneIt’s on, we bone like two high school kidsBreathing fast pumpin’ hard through the night and thenWatch the sun rise cheefin’ on a cigarilloUrge got your head feeling fluffy like a pillowYou know, what I like ain’t no sense in hesitatingSex for breakfast forget the eggs and the baconLeave you shakin’, wishing I could be your manIn the park holding hands with the kids in the vanOn a sunday eating icecream at the zooAnd everything …

Intro:
I want youI got to have youBut what will this lead to?Will it just be me and you?Tell me…. you know I want youTell me how you feel….