Last night, while looking out my window

My pager's going off, it's just another hoe

7:59 and I called right back, didn't waste no time

Moved it on up, jumped in my ride, tonight's the night

Now it's all in the game

I hit the fifth yard and I'm on my way

When I pulled up to her crib

Her **** was standing there, with his hands in the air

Now y'all know what I did

I blew my horn in the bitch came walking outside

Looked at her ****, then jumped in my ride

Fly (fly), fly (fly) and get high, it's just another player's night

Another night in the life of the lavish and laid

Made a right at the stop and go baby boppin', so I hummers at the hoe

What's going on? Blase, blase

Yeah, that's all roses, have a nice day

Now I'm out to the Slob House 'cause that's where it's at

And don't ring the bell if you ain't got a sack

Boy, your roll ain't fat 'cause the circle ain't weak

Step in, get stuck like standing in wet concrete

I'm the Mack of the clique and I come back with something classic

Way too drastic

Putting them in caskets, lasted longer because I am a strong guy

From Greece to California, I own her

Right to rockin' mics under spotlights

Doing what I do when it's time to get high

Might pimp yo bitch, if she's star material

Let her hear my song, turn her on like a stereo

Here we go, one time in case you forgot

When it's time to get down, Thorough's got shit locked

Stocked, barreled, and ready to be shipped

So catch one, fool, if you really want to feel it

You know, I'm just trying to tell y'all how it is

You know, in every aspect of life, some type of pimping taking place

You know, and I'm just trying to tell y'all how it is

Shit, time change, but the game's still the same

You know what I'm saying?

Now if a pimp had no hoes, would he be a pimp?

And if a hoe sucked on dick, would she be a trick?

It's all about my grip, let's take a trip down the yellow brick road

With some hustlers and hoes

Now Dave didn't really know the scoop on me

So he ended up... Well, I'll just say let him rest in peace

I'm top notch with my crew, you hoes talked all that jazz

So now it's time that you sing some blues

Did you hear the bad news, yous?

**** was down, now you're back in your hometown

Tryna rob me for my name, won't you get a shovel, ****?

And dig that shit off your brain

My mind frame tells me I don't give a fuck

When y'all be jealous, see, I don't give a fuck

These hoes be yelling me, I don't give a fuck

As long as I'm stacking this grip, ****, what?

Can you last 45 shots to your dome?

Can you blast 45 cops in a row?

Can you ask me any question I don't know?

If the bitch was a hoe, what the fuck you in love for?

It's Mr. Mack from the SC, rolling with a group of mass-murdering G's that you can't see

I comes with the rough rugged, so as I kick it, ask Jada Pinkett, if I can stick it

From here to Cape Cod, I rose with the mob, it's suave, still coming out hard

I'll just charge it to the game, it ain't nothing, man, but a Slob House pimp thing