2nd II None

Let's take a trip on
The other side of the land
With things ain't planned
For the average man

You could be a young brother
Who's rolling
And be so good
That you hold him

Big brain, top brain
Mister Two-co who got
All the hoes

Pushing hard
To keep from being bound
'Cause there's always somebody
Trying to bring you down

Try to run a scheme
On what you got
'Cause what you got
Them niggas jot

Women love it
And brothers hate it
They just can't stand
To see you make it

A girl can be
Your main downfall
She don't take half
The hoe takes all

Now check to see
How your cards are dealt
And stay true to yourself

Keep cool, little girl
You got what you deserve
Don't copycat when
A rich hoe's splurge

'Cause you know
You might break yourself
Trying to keep up
With somebody else

Waiting for the mailman
To bring you a check
Money all gone
Now you're a wreck

Taking your friends out
For a big feast
You wanna treat and
You don't even eat

Looking all stupid
With a messed up grin
Trying to be nice
So you can fit in

Couldn't get your hair done
Now you're unhappy
'Cause your head all nappy

And it's a shame
You ain't got no money
Girl, that shit ain't funny

No friends to cope
You're dope
Should been true to yourself

Mom always told me
There'd be days like this
On top of all of this bullshit

Never, ever let
A young girl make you
Let alone, a hoe break you

Being strong in the mind
Will make you a true
And make you jack no money
Make them jack you

Yo, K, come express how you feel
Show 'em how to be real

True, open your eyes and look
The best friend might be the crook
You solved the case but you
Still winded up saying nothing

Yet, that's your best friend
Till the end
Now he in trouble
Where's the friend

He left with a hoe
And you're stuck
Outta luck, nobody else helps
You should been true to yourself

Yeah, this shit goes out
To all them people
Ain't true to theyself

Running up behind somebody else
Following in they shadow
Get on your own shit, fools
Stay out the next man nuts

We out

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

You got a brother like me the gangster D
I got a nice piece of meat that'll fit you to the tee
So come with me and I'll let you see
Soon as you pull down your panties and

Don't forget about Jay, just want me a fresh hoe
If you wanna trip let me know
Ain't got no time for no hoochie games
Just jump out the pipes, don't feel no shame

I love me some hoe's, you know I got these young girls
Aiming for this fishing pole
When I stick it to you, girl, you'll be happy
I'm gonna work it to a sweat, fly you a nappy

That look good, so good and so tight
Come on, girl, let me rip the mic
'Cause if you do I think I just might
You know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

It ain't the length or the width, it's the way I work it
And like he said, girl, I'm-a jerk, jerk, jerk it
Make you good 'til you curl up your toes
Knock the rollers out your hair 'til they fall on the floor

I was built for war not peace and what I mean by war
It means tearing some sheets
And some spreads in the bed
I'll knock your headboards until you clearing stuff out

I'll make you flip, have a fit
While I make you moan and kick
Lookie here, trick, now I'm holding JYB
But you don't need teeth, all you need is strong knees

Come on, lay down
Your butt is nice and round
Now don't interrupt
Because it's time to

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

It ain't nothing but meat on a bone
You can stroke it or choke it or leave it alone
Ain't nothing wrong with group sessions
Yeah, baby, you know, sexing

Just the daily average routine
Step up, baby and get tag teamed
Young hoochies, we love coochie
If we want it, let us up on it

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know
If you want it

(KK)
I'll say what's up, KK's down for the rushin'
Niggaz who are full of shit I think I should flush 'em
They from the other side, I know I couldn't trust 'em
So I cocked the gat... and said fuck 'em
Yo I'm my own man, a down strong man
I ain't fadin'? (shit..), you got it wrong man
What's up fool, we can toss or let's get 'em up
Toe to toe - so nigga, what's up?

(Gangsta D)
The Dee love the daily average hoe
I was known to the bitches as havin' about four or more
A young nigga that was down for the title
The block gang was my rival
I remember bitches and bitches and niggaz and niggaz
and hoes and hoes, and all the good times at Centenial
And all the niggaz that support the cut... y'all motherfuckers stay up...

(KK)
Now break me down if you can, but the black still gon' remain the same
I'll just be trippin' off of suckers while I do my thang
Yes, I gots to hustle up to stack my end
This do-or-die situation that I'm in I'm gon' win
Can't let no hoes in my business
If a hooker got game, she'll find a way to twist it
Havin' me - in a spot, and straight stabbin' me -
in the back, where the K can't see
I'ma be what I can dogg, that's all I can be
Whether I'm rappin' on these songs or bangin' up in them streets
Livin' day by day, and never by the minute
Too much shit goin' on for this nigga to be up in it
Crossed up, in the wrong place with the right color
And right takes at the wrong time
While I'm runnin' in this race, hot damn, what can I do?
I guess young black still keep ridin' true

(Chorus: Mausberg)
Now when you niggaz get to trippin'
and hopin' that we slippin' (gotta make 'em understand)
Break they backs now (gotta make 'em understand)
Cock me back now (gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
Now when you niggaz get to trippin' 'cause we stackin' our chips
Graduated from brown herb to the finest shit
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

(Gangsta D)
Gangsta D, sippin' Gin and Mystic
I'm 'bout to break off Captain-Save-A-Triznick
Cause niggaz like you I can't stand my man
Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand
And talkin' to my bitch about me, nigga that ain't cool
You love to give a hoe good news
Fuckin' with my business got his name erased
Cause pimpin' was the reason and murder was the case
I gots to keep the 'P' in my pimpin' baby
And can't no funky cock hoe fade me
Bet a bitch pay me, 'cause I serves her well
She love to get butt naked at the motel
See we party to the plus in my neighborhood
Crack the hoes, hustle-hustle 'cause the game is good

(DJ Quik talking)
Oh, so we make crossover records now huh?
It's Compton city streets for life nigga, check your sources

(Chorus: Mausberg)
All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed
You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes
(Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it
But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

(Mausberg)
Now I be dippin' down the block puffin' a pimp
Marinatin', never jumpin' out of character for a bitch
You want her? - you can have her, 'cause I ain't 'bout that bullshit
One less hoe callin' my house, blowin' up my hip
That's real shit, take the game and soak it
Fuckin' lowlife bitch that's only happy when she loaded
Havin' yac attacks, fiendin' for grub from T.G.I.'
But comin' at The Realest babay, you'll get the bye-bye
Cause I'm too solid to let a hoe infiltrate
A nigga like me don't believe in hard breaks
I'm from Compton, all my doggs known for stompin'
Checkin' you haters before you start sayin' somethin'
The 220 in effect with Mausberg
We be doin' shit that most real niggaz only heard
I'll go about from the East to the South
We be spittin' game, that we know it, no doubt

(Chorus: Mausberg)
All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed
You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes
(Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it
But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

Tha D:
Hello Bitches, trick tramp sluts, it's the Mutha-fuckin' D here to work yo' big butts
Got hoes on my back seat, niggaz on my nutts
Cock blockin' ass niggas tryin' to stall when they know I'm tryin' to fuck
Alright fool, get yo' clown on, you better check yo'girl fo' I take the bitch home
And do a couple things she never done before
Like sitting on the dick and suck the cock herself
Hoes like you and you, ya gets nothing, bitch, but the honor to come and suck a dog's dick
Saying I'm cold when it comes to the ladies, I just can't let a little punk bitch fade me
Niggaz can't fuck wit' the program, that's why they always wanna see me come and get down
(ay ay yo' man, how you do that man, what you do)
Fuck yo' bitch and let her run through my crew
Cause anything goes, when it comes to yo' hoes, so get yo' fine ass bitch back
Cuz the dick'll be quick to get yo' girl sprung
And don't even have to lick the bitch pearl tongue
Cuffing that nigga, that'll get yo' little coochie, you little nothing ass funky ass hoochie
Fuckin' wit' a true'll get you dropped everytime... so back up off my line
Cause I'm ....

Chorus:
More than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp
(Baby, Cause I'm a macaroni)

KK:
KK is a nut, got all the hoes that I wanted to fuck
Now they keep fiendin' the dick like a duck and I fuck all simpin' ass hoes who don't let me rip
Now take a trip wit' a young ass player, bitches tryin' to come out, even niggas trippin'
See them run they ass out and buy my shit, cause they on my dick
Said my tape wasn't hittin' but yo' punk ass bought it
Bangin' on my tape or maybe even Quik's, Hi-C, AMG, or the Penthouse Clique
It really don't matter cause niggas still statter, on top of that thang
WE ALL GETTIN' PAID
So a ugly ass hooker hit the corner then I shook her, I would've macked her but she looked like a booger, yo'
Can't fuck wit' a duck, might as well press my luck wit' a monkey if the coochie ain't funky
Went to the Mo' with a cute little hoe, I donly took her there cause the girl told me so
Took a drink, fell out weak, broke out with the bulls()the little hoe got bent
*****Booze and a anigga made a creep, I finished up my drink and washed my dick in the sink, uh
Move kinda slow on my way out the do' I met left the girl at the Mo'
I gotta go, gotta gooooo
Chorus:
Cause I'm, more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp
(Pimpi' leading MCs)
Tha D:
Gone and get yo' little roll on, raise up the window get the bud going on
KK:
Yea, hit it kinda strong blaze it up, toss the E&J in the cup, swing another hit just to make sure you'r fucked up...to the point
Ay nigga don't make me () that joint
(Pass that mutha-fucka)
Check game control on the nigga hoe-stroll, Ay yo' D
(What up?) Let it roll
Tha D:
Yea, to the bitches that's standing on side of me cuase I refuse to let a punk bitch ride me
Gotta stay strong in the mind like a trojan, cause they can't stand to see a young nigga rollin'
I'm only 19, I gotta kind of good, I learned to play bitches by hangin' in the hood
And niggas try to fade the shit, stay down trick
Ya see me watch a brotha check a major grip casue I'm....
Chorus:
More than player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
(Baby, niggas, Cause I'm a macaroni)