[Pimp C Intro:]
Subliminal!
Naw'm talkin' bout
It's going down!
Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones)
Brooke Valentine (Brooke Valentine)
Naw'm talkin' bout
[Pimp C Rap:]
My car candy coated, never voted
At the age seventeen
To the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze, and fire
Worth my coat and shoes mink fur
Y'all n****s ain't no pitbulls, you curred out
I'm Sweet Jones b**** and
You ain't what this s*** about
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south
Chunkin it up for that Texas
Lettin 'em see them blades chop
[Verse 1:]
I got a dude he's the flyest in these streets
Down on the corner got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth
She ain't a hoe all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo
But he call me Dopegirl, cuz I got that oooh
[Pre-Hook:]
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the Dope-girl comin'
[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiedns yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope-girl got 'em like dope fiens
[Verse 2:]
I got that ice cream that's what they say
Got them boys runnin' to they yard for me
I drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby (Mama)
But I keep him satisfied
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he's down to ride
[Pre-Hook:]
Damn the fiedns start runnin'
When they hear the Dope-girl comin'
[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends
[Bridge:]
I know you want some of what I can serve
They keep comin' back
Cuz my block is so hot
[Pimp C Rap:]
I make my records for them boys
With the golds in they mouth
The thugs on parole with them
O's in they house
The n****s with the heart
In the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south
I'm a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla
Young girl bout to choose a pimp
Man ain't no need to stall her
I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line
Now young Pimp is goin'
Platinum with miss Brooke Valentine
[Breakdown:]
I know what you really want from me
I know what you really think y'all need
You already know who I be
The D-girl betta know this V.P.
[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope-girl got 'em like dope fiends
I know you want some
They keep comin' back
Dope girl, Dope girl
(Subliminal!)
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl |
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