"West Coast Pimp" lyrics

West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'

I got this bitch on the corner, she hella cute
I'm always diggin' in her bra, and gettin' hella loot
What's happenin'? I'm Mac Dre: The Bitch Wetter
And pimpin' is one of the many ways I get cheddar
On a bitch back like a thick sweater
And you know I represent, that sixteenth letter
The P, pimpin', west coast pimpin'
Pockets so fat the mothafucka's got me limpin'
It's in my blood, I'm a mac from birth
A west coast cutthoat, from the turf
I'm in her purse, more than she be
That's his wife but I be fuckin', more than he be
I go gorilla, that's on the reala
And the Pittsburgh that I know, don't got no Steelers
It's nothin' new, we old school like retro
And this gangsta mac shit, on this west coast

West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'

She a bad little bitch, sad little ass
But, she ain't have no cash
She said she wanna get it but she not so sure
Said she liked to fuck but she not no ho
Told her "I'm a pimp, and I'll show you the ropes"
If it's snowin' outside, I'll show you the slopes
I'm from the west coast where we P-I-impin'
Be on his ho's heels if I catch him slippin'
Sweating her, like "come here bitch"
All night long in that one ear bitch
You don't look happy and you need some change
And what's pimpin' number cause he need some game
Well let me get the change you can hold up on
I need that laptop, and let me hold that phone
From now on, you done stepped your ho'in up
Now hit the track, and start b-b-blowin' up

West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'
West. Coast. Pimpin'