Lyrics Westside Connection

Westside Connection

Pimp the System

Hold on let me see what this daddy here

Ok this the bitch here right now you know what i'm saying

Hey bitch, what's happening

Yea bitch, yea yea bitch I told you, I told you were gonna get it

I told you you were gonna be able to get it

Don't you worry about it

I already know what you trying to say bitch

Yea bitch yea bitch only thing you do bitch is just go to work

Had on my bussines, get my money and don't get me no problems

And everything gonna be alright

(Whooa, pimp the system)

Because it ain't easy man

It may look glamour to you cause you see me ridin'

Snake skin down to the floor you hear

Platinum shoes and more

Diamonds on fingers and watches on arms

I'm telling you it may look easy baby

But you gonna have to work hard

To get to this point

See you at the top

I never pimp a ho, nigga pimp a CEO

Be my He-e-ro, make me mad as ze-e-ro

Im that ne-e-gro making it like itchy-ro

Ain't got time for no bow ass bitchy ho

Go to G-e-sale fuckin with them e-e-mails

I'd rather get my shit wide nigga e-e-mail

Fuck a sex slavior make what I just made

That bitch had to sell her pussy for a decade

And that's too much time for the brainy one

I'm on a daily run

To crack your cranium

Wrap uranium

Ain't nothin else

I pimp the system

Bitch break yourself

If they got scrilla

Then I'm gorilla

If they figure

I'm a killa

Cause I'm a nigga

Your prostitutes wear high heeled boots

My prostitutes wear three piece suits

Count your money nigga

Pimp the system cause the game is grossing

Everyone listen to what we're proposing

Quit the quickness, we'll trick the system

Skills that will impress'em and make this slaves victims

Oh no no no

No more hesitation cause our game is stronger

Taking over

On top of the world they'll never take us under

Bitch I'm a pimp

Mack daddy looking for the dollar

And that thirteen I drove a 6-4 impala

Gangsta

Young motherfucker full of izm always dicking

I don't kiss them, twsting, pimping the system

So vp's and presidents wherever you are

Just cut a fucking check and I can bring you a star

Then read up on the deal, make them throw in the car

I got a young lawyer bitch she just passed the bar

See I'm a pure rare pimp, but I told them I got

Young homie pussy don't pay you like EMI

Mack find the ho

Then sign the ho

Then put the bitch out and steady grind the ho

Hit the radio jack and then just like that

Bitch bring money back when the ass on the track

A pro watch them come

And I watch them go

And if you don't pimp the system

Then you's a ho, whoa

Bitch better have my money nigga I'm starv-o

I'm hard on the game like I'm hard on the cold

I treat rap like a trick

Nigga the tag on the bitch

Wrap through you rich

King Kong

The can of the bitch

State your order

Wipe them off and put them on a corner

And if she good

I take her on tour bring me ebona

I'm a rider, gangsta, wall spray painter

True banger, got nam-e, taking out enemies with my fingers

Now feds and undies when the gummy thristy homies

Looking funny I converted the street like the rap money

And now is all about the benjis and with this pen

Like pussy I pimp this lyrics like pimping cane

Leaning in my cadillac

Buffing on a De la Hoya checking ? for neighboors and high power lawyers

Cause i don't trust a bitch

I'm trying to stay way rich

Break the bitch nigga

Break this bitch

Pimp the system

My nigga Mack said

Pimp stands for put it in my pocket

So that's what i'm gonna do

While ya'll thinking about bitches in corners

I'm thinking about the beach and coronas

You know what I'm saying