La Quinta (feat. G Perico)

Say Steve, I still can't believe you graduated man, haha Man, shut up Playa we outta school, man, look a these stupid ass broads 'M bout to get my pimp thang on started You know I got so many hoes man I gotta get a system Pimp just to keep track of 'em, you know Make sure they on the right streets and shit Hey Skippy, why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man? What's happening? 'Cause it's real man, I'm a pimp It's your boy Jay Worthy Let's take it in one time Take two, check one, check one, take two And uh, we just out here having a good time man Summertime in LA, man, yo yo yo New day, new bitch, so it's new money High tech in the Cove 'cause I'm blue, honey Old clip in my shit homie, ooh well they Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin' I be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin' Breakin' bitches on the brands like it ain't nothin' Take them back to the Biggs', get to straight fuckin' She better pay attention nigga, this some real shit She used to fuckin' with them lames, I'm a real pimp Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita Went from poor bitches to those them leather seats Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV Live the life of a real nigga If you ain't got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha? Yeah we ain't dealin' witchu man Ain't nothin' you can do that we can't do We just do it a little better, playa Get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan I'm like a young Mack Dre, no Captain Kirk, wholesale Man ain't no time for love, we gotta get fly Man bitches up the bar that got me doin' crime Violated parole and we ain't done nothin' wrong Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I'm from Got the room at the La Quinta I ain't even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch And then I sent her, put my shit on the map Ex con with a million dollar plan Breakin hoes in e'ery city I done ran through My operation making cash and they done made a Task for my ass, tryna trail but I move too fast My boy's tryin to work it, got me over the border Cane straight to Seattle, London drugs imported All these player haters broke us but we got a room At the La Quinta with some hoes and we goin' up Bitch you don't know what's goin on (She ain't know what's goin on) She don't know what I'm gon' do