Lil Jon | Lyrics | Contract

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the b**** 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 Cash ball, 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 b**** get off is when a b**** 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
B****, you know my choosing fee b****

It's a lifetime, b**** of ho crime
Believe that ho you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, b**** you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole b****, better known as pimp coochie hole

Pimpin' Ken the Don in this s*** ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin' you f***-ass b****

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, b****** wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style

These b****** calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can f*** till the end

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Well)
'Cause you belong to me
(You belong to me, yeah)

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Hey b****)
(Well)
'Cause now you're mine

Just pulled up at the club, I'm flyer than a m***********
Damn, why they staring? Ho, s*** I'm the m***********
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 through 2 or 3, before you get to me
The b****, and she a G and said, "What's up for later?"
I said, "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"

And mother f*** 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 'cause all they try to do is cake her

I ain't sippin' on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You g****** right, I'm a m*********** player
So tell me how you want it, you riding? Get up on it
I ain't f****** with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Hey b****)
(Well)
'Cause you belong to me
(You belong to me, yeah)

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Hey b****)
(Hey, hey b****)
(Well)
'Cause now you're mine
(Hey b**** get up it's time to go to work)
(Time to go to work b****, it's your boy Lil Jon)

Never will I love a b****, why would I trust a b****?
Always gonna dog a b****, they only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga c***, 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 ho
Down to the f****** floor, you step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME, P to the I to the M P
No, I'm South side, sorry, b****, you better pay me

Old school white Lac pimpin' like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap

'Cause I don't love a b**** and won't save a b****
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a b**** and I'll pimp a b****
As long as she making me filthy rich

Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
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 coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these b******' 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, "B****, where my dividends?"
You always out of town, I say, "B****, where my dividends?"
You probably in the club, I say, "B****, 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 b****'s pregnant, there's no happy Mother's Day

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Hey b****)
(Sign right here)
'Cause you belong to me
(You my b**** now)
(You belong to me, yeah)

Hey b****, sign your name on the dotted line
(Hey b****)
(Right here)
'Cause now you're mine
(You mine, ho)
(Get your ass up)

And if you get out line
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out

Better have my money
(You better have my money, b****)
'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, b****? What am I?

I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
Every inch of the verb, every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
Better believe it
(Please believe it)
Hey, yeah

If it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing
(What)
(What)
Everyday from me
(What)
(From a real motherfucking pimp)
But b**** that's all I can see
Any day of the week, when you f****** with me

If you f****** with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho