[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The Skinny Pimp and MVP brings to you
The youngest, hardest, rapper from Humes Junior High's
Lil' Gin
[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Once again, it's Lil' Gin, bangin' at your fuckin' door
Open it, them folks up after me, where can I hide, ho?
Niggas can't shoot craps or drink a pint [?]
Helicopter scopin', thirteen year old, bound for STC
Blow a junt, let's get drunk, wizze, hizzigh then a bird
Eyeball bloodshot red as hell, meanin' full of fuckin' herb
Young niggas poppin' cones, hoes say my dick is long
Jealous niggas hate this shit, made me wanna shoot my tone
The pimp is in my nature, it made me wanna beat at the
Bitch, that I fuck with, until she start to try the tricks
Lil' Gin, drinkin', the Cognac keepin' me ready to pull the trigger
I'm happy, don't fuck with a nigga, that's kinda like full
Step up, watch the buckshots hit the sissy punk
Fall on your motherfuckin' face, twelve-gauge pump
Lame ass niggas can't fuck with a nutcase
Too late, no escape, young niggas heavyweight
[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, the Skinny nigga
Introducin' the youngest, hardest nigga
Lil' Gin, once again, bitch
He's back, y'all know what time it is
[Verse 2: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just stop beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin'
I'm strapped, bitch, don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alizé
Sprayin' that cherry spray, I'm blowin' my heater while I'm chiefin' hay
Made it to my designation, then I grip my cellular
Nigga, where your ass at? Then I load my fuckin' Gat
Lookin' through my rearview, then a shawty pulled up next to me
Steppin' out the car kinda slow with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reached, then I see niggas outta nowhere with them TEC's
Thinkin' kinda fast but reachin' slow to grip my fuckin' gun
Soon as I open my trench (Boom) to my fuckin' arm
They let you know not to go out like no sucker
But when you dealin' dope, somebody else is on they fuckin' hustle
[Interlude:Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Damn, skip to international pimpin'
You know what I'm sayin', all across the world, know I'm sayin'
All kinds of foreigners, petty combs and robbers, everything
[Verse 3: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Demons in my soul, triple six, with no love
Wipe the pistol, while the dead bullets in your head, so fuck you, boy
I blast you in your ass with this mask
I blizzast the TEC, then leave your body flat
Worms crawlin', and then I take you to my basement
You stink, then I drink 'til they wonder where you went
My bitch is at the crib with a trick who won't pay up
I told a bitch to get the gun, and shoot 'em in his nuts
Now focus on this action takin' place up at the crib
This nigga full of bullets, so they wonder will he live?
Bullets went to flames, leavin' brains in the toilet
The bitch then caught a murder charge, so she ain't even important
I smoked, then I thought about a stang I wanted to make
I think I gotta shoot this punk ass nigga in his face (Face)
I'm fuckin' with him, though, I creeped up on a ho
I asked him where the dope but he don't even I know
This nigga block was full of paramedics on the scene
I made the bitch burn, cause' she was sweatin' the mane (Cool)
The mayor, swayor, so now I got her sittin' here
Pussy and dough, baddabo, I'm bail
I robbed alotta niggas, I let the bullets blast
Hot shots, lay it down, now drop it off your ass
[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, the writer bring it to Lil' Gin
And Lil' Gin bring it to you hoes
Know what I'm sayin'
I hate my bitches, I hate these hoes
I hate these Player haters
And once again, baby
We back up in the house
For the 9-5
