Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net   Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet   You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet   Dig this here man   Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say   Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about   Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about   Hey man, you understand me   Master constitution for the prostitution   And let prostitution be the only solution   Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch   It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about   Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about   Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole   Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho   You know what I'm talking about, yeah   Milwaukee, Wisconsin you funky ass bitch      As I pull up to the club   Jumping out of the Jag   24's still spinning with a dealership tag   Brand New   Bright leather guts and pearl blue   These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe   But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind   As I stroll to the front of the VIP line   Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar   I got a superstar status,   so I guess I'm a star   Haters checking me out   Now tell me what's that about?   I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out   Sipping on the Crystal   Bitches wanna get wild   Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style   These bitches calling, asking where the after party   The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darlin   Bring your friends so we can let this party begin   And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end      Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line    Cause you belong to me    you belong to me, yeah   Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line    Cause now you're mine      Just pulled up at the club   I'm fly than a muthafucka   Damn, why they staring ho, shit I'm the muthafucka   Not the front door   We better go through the back   See, that was back then, now look where we at   Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep   You gonna go by 2 or 3   Before you get to me   The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"   I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"   And muthafuck the hater   It's about this making paper   And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her   So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor   I ain't got love for niggaz if all they try to do is cake her   I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter   You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player   So tell me how you want it   You riding? Get up on it   I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real      Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line    Cause you belong to me    Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line    Cause now you're mine      Hey, hey bitch   Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work   Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon   Never will I love a bitch   Why would I trust a bitch?   Always gonna dog a bitch   They only good for sucking dick   Or riding on a nigga cock   Trying to get a nigga stock   I'm never gonna break bread   Not even for a little head   I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho   Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor   You step up, I'll let you know   It's MOB, BME   P to the I to the M P   No, I'm Southside   Sorry, bitch, you better pay me      Old school white Lac pimpin like Don Juan   When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn   Make these hoes come running like mice for traps   Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap   Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch   If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense   I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch   As long as she making me filthy rich      Took a bunch of pills, drinking on my beers   Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still   Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack   Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm   Mesmerized by the words thats coming out my mouth   So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts   After that I bounce   To another ho, in a totally different city   for a whole other show   They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"   "You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"   "You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"   You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again   I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"   That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall   Cause I have to ball, there's no other way   Even if the bitch pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day      Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)   Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)   Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)   Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)      Get your ass up      If you get out line, I'm a slap your eye   I'm a slap your eye   I'm a slap your eye   Better have my money y   ou better have my money, bitch)   Cause you signed your name on the dotted line   So get off your ass and get on the grind   Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now   Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?   I'm a pimp in every inch of the word   inch of the verb   Every inch of the curb   I'm a hit, like the lottery baby   Better believe it    please believe it   Hey, yeah   If it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing    Everyday from me    from a real motherfucking pimp   But bitch that's all I can see   Any day of the week, when you fucking with me      If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there   And make that muthafuckin money   Rain, sleet or snow   Rob, steal and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho