Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly
Pimp representative, Kat Williams, aka: Money Motherfuckin' Mike
Please do not get the game crossed up
In order for you not to get tossed up
Whether or not you are flossed up
It is necessary in every pimp's life
To get bossed

Hey, Suga Free
Why Roxy jockin'
Probably 'cause she don't want you to know she got
Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy
She said one time at band camp, she was a rat
And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back
One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin'
Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick
Bossed up like it was nothin'
I met her off the Blue Sky,
I truly never knew why
But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, 'cause I'm too fly

'Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for

Can you believe this?
First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about
I would've told, Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit
You know you love her up

Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified
Man, all that bullshit should cover up
Holy Nickelodeon
You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian

But that's what they get for love and shit
Sincerly yours, Suga Free
And thank you for nothin'

'Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
(Repeat)

Sippin' on that good bombay
Rating these rat chicken traps all day
Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay
Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle

What's really, though
I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope
Or chased a billy goat - Billy goat?
But you don't hear me, though

Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent
She might be 'ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp
And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks
And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex

We keep it A.O.B.
All on, baby
Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy
You trick harder than the NBA

And got mad when your weeds got send my way
Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth
And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else
'Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem

If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream
And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks
Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks

'Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
(Repeat)

I better boss up

Vieja
Go bring me some Church N' Chickens
Jalepeno on the side

I better boss up

You look
You don't know me
Until you blow me
Suck it

I better boss up

Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas
For his dog to lick

I better boss up

Hey, Bash
Call Fred Wreck
Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey

I once put a chick in a guillotine choke
Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough
And this ain't no studio shit
How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch

And I just call 'em how I see 'em
From A.M. to the P.M.
It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m
I spit caps (2x)
And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq

'Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood
Because that's what the pimpin's there for
She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back
Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
(Repeat 3x)