Grooveline, Pt. 2 (feat. Suga Free)

Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner Ain't no telling who my money for Got my dope from cross the border Got my home on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Check the forecast, it's Wavy Q, I should make the news My fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape Cause you worked your feet as you stroll them streets, beeper checking Hope no cops arresting, girl, I told you them narcs be pressing Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name My pimping is game, cold limp with my cane, got gold on my chain Come pinky my ring, it's so blickety bling On 51st and Figg, grew up about ten minutes from the real Ricky Where the shoelaces is orange with H hats like we from Houston Condoms in hoes' purses with baby wipes for they coochie You's a ho that's selling booty, no need to be acting bougie Bitch, I give your ass a noogie and a chicken nugget And make you watch me at the movies, I'm panoramic My filming be rated pimping, my mink dragging With two bitches that go and get it, my hoes get it Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Hut one, hut two Hut three, hut four (Sell that pussy for me) Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Hut one, hut two Hut three, hut four (Sell that pussy for me) Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) I ain't asking, I'm telling you, bitch Uh-huh, yeah, watch me go Black Forest ham A new school player laced with the old gift gab And don't let your Shark Week mouth override your Green Goldfish ass So for every ho you clown, I'mma crown two And anything good hurts and I cried Shit I just don't want to throw it up in my mothafuckin' face Or I choose to not do this around you See ho you like a brain aneurysm Want two heads with the same dandruff in 'em Only to scratch the itch with baby rattlesnake fangs No Head and Shoulders or anti-venom Yeah, P, this is gentlemanly leisure, the oldest game left to play And the hard head that make a soft ass played out Will forgive and forget yesterday Now get 'em, Q, a pimp on foot, go to sleep, call us, wake up to a Cadillac Remember Forrest Gump walked and he was pretty stupid So you know what? Accept the fact that the bitch belongs to the world P, cause that ho only yours as long as she hoeing But Happy Pimping and Merry Ho Ho Keep an eye on bottom bitch too Cause that bitch'll run a ho or two off, mane Pimps only fuck with pimps, homie, that's why we so solid Red to blue, to debt, to due, it's easier To put a watermelon through the eye of a needle This is done by choice, not by force I ain't asking, I'm telling you Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) Will you sell that pussy for me? Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)