She Couldn't Make It On Her Own Lyrics

She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
California air Chain all blue like it's runnin' out of air I keep a bad bitch with a fat derriere And you know that hoe fresher than a new pair
Retro elevens on the pedal, I'm taking this to the next level Competition best to dress up in a Chevelle And if you niggas still wanna make a deal with the devil I can help you meet him, introduce you to my barrel
All you artists walkin' round with yo wack raps (Wack raps) They gettin' fucked by the game, Kat Stacks They gettin' fucked by the game, Kat Stacks And any nigga thinkin' he can make it happen I'll be outside of Staples with the bitches and Phantom, mothafucka
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
Pull up on them bitches, steppin' out on 30 inches In my L.A. Dodger fitted with some Louie V stichin' Niggas wanna catch me slippin' Yeah, they prayin' and they wishin'
'Cause a nigga clockin' dough And I'm fuckin' all they bitches (Yo, you fuckin' all they bitches?) Yeah, I'm fuckin' all they bitches
And it's money over bitches And I'm preachin' my religion 'Cause this game that I'm livin' about as cold as my wrist is If you know my paps then you know I'm bout the business
Smoke big trees (Big trees) Christmas Smoke big trees (Big trees) Christmas
Chain supersix (Supersix) Sickless Chain supersix (Supersix) Sickless
My flow retarded nigga My flow retarded nigga Gifted, gifted This games' a bitch watch me pimp it
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own What about me?
If you don't kick it with me, who ya gon' kick it with? Ice Cube is the shit, who you been speakin' with? They been lyin' to you if they told you different I got a different, cool type of temperament
West coast style baby, on some California shit They might've told ya that I was hard on the bitch You know how it go, some bitches think they slick Look at me and think they about to get rich (Get rich)
Uh, oh, uh, oh, danger, danger You are, you are a stranger Who am I? I am the long ranger, Tonto tell I'll run yo fuckin' ass through the ringer (It goes)
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own She had to get the pimp She couldn't make it on her own
What about me? What about me? What about me?