Project Pat This Pimp Lyrics

{Pat}
Moneymaker you gotta go to work tonight you know that right
i don't wanna go to work tonight my feet hurt, yo feet hurt?, i don't feel good, ho you need to be trying to walk a hole sole
give your a__ a chinese name one gone you know what i'm saying
you do know what i'm saying

[Project Pat]
Hoe I know you got this loot
f___ around make me shoot
up I'm like I'm a rocket
yea I knock it when I hit them boots
make that p____ wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that p____ snap
take me off the weight of fame
Im'a let you run ya game
but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
swang a fist bout a her eye
kiss my d___ never good-bye
f___ around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
I'm the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you's a freaky m____fucka
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for

Chorus (2x):

You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)

[Verse 2]
I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing b____
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was b__pin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
b____ I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
other n____s give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
hoe I'm gonna start yo a__ with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in hearse
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
that I must get paid if you wants to f___ with me

Chorus (2x)

[Verse 3]
Peter pipper beat the b____
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her p____ hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
so I walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
b____ done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck n____s hate this s___
catch'em going quack quack
try snitching to a b____ trying to hold the mack back
but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that'll make me kill ya'll
m____fuckin a__ beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)