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k-rino - i got pimped lyrics

[intro: mad bomber]
y’all some weak motherf-ckers, y’understand? y’all don’t know how to get paid, n-gga. let me tell you somethin’, you understand, you’re supposed to be f-ckin’ brave, n-gga, not p-ssy, you understand. once you get the brain, n-gga, the -ss gonna follow

[chorus: k-rino]
i got pimped by a freak now i’m broke to my name
i got pimped by a freak cause i had no game
i got pimped by a freak who took all my loot
i got treated like a motherf-cking prost-tute

[k-rino]
yo, i was a special kind of fool
she went to cl-ss on a brother so i dropped out of pimp school
i was like a ready teller, giving cash
jack me off and made a twenty dollar bill shoot out my -ss
yo, her name was cynthia tucker
she had two kids, she couldn’t read, but she was finer than a motherf-cker
i get paid friday, trick sat-rday, we bust it sunday
i’m running around broke and starving like al bundy
her wardrobe was uncanny
hundred dollar shoes, hundred dollar bra, hundred dollar silk panties
it was never nothing left for me
300 dollars worth of sh-t on a five-dollar heiffer, g
(k-rino, i want a leather purse)
“ain’t nothing but a thing, just let me get my ends together first”
woo, i’m broke again
i gots to find a nation woman when i get right
’cause back then i got pimped

[rapper k]
i went to jail back in 1990 for sellin’ dope
(did you think your gal would mess around while you was in the pen?) nope
that’s what a lot of brothers think (yeah)
soon as the judge handed me my time, that b-tch was at my bank
there was no doubt about it
i had an american express card, that ho wouldn’t leave home without it (d-mn)
sittin’ in a cell, mad as h-ll, cause i was livin’ fast
she told me she would wait, in two weeks she was givin’ -ss
my homies told me ’bout that line of dudes outside my do’
just like the corner store, except they called it pop-n-go
while rapper k was doin’ hard time in the slammer
she was f-ckin’ two or three brothers on video camera
she sent me one picture, oooh, she’s lookin’ fine as h-ll
another inmate had that same picture in his cell (d-mn)
i couldn’t let that sh-t get to me
but d-mn, how could it be? the b-tch pimped the pimp of pimpology

[outro: mad bomber]
see, you can’t ever let a b-tch know you’re satisfied, you understand? cause if a b-tch live in an apartment, you used to a townhouse. the b-tch live in a townhouse, you used to a condo. the b-tch live in a condo, you used to a high house. the b-tch live in a high house, i’m used to a two-story. the b-tch live in a two-story, i’m used to a mansion. the b-tch live in a mansion, i’m used to a motherf-ckin’ castle

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