Let Me See It

歌詞

(Pimp C) Let me see it, hold up...hol' up Let me see it, uh...hol' up...let me see it Let me see it...(repeat) Bend over lemme see it Let me see it...(repeat) Bend over lemme see it.. (Bun B) Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm from For all the hoes that we done did And the hoes that we ain't done From the ones that f**k for shrimp To the ones that f**k for cum: If you ain't fittin' ta f**k Pimp Then you ain't fittin' ta f**k Bun Got some hoes from the 'hood ('hood) That live to keep it live (live) And some office buildin' boppers (boppers) Workin' 9 to 5 (five) Ball playa baby mama bitches; But to me it ain't no thang Let that monkey hang, baby Let me see it.. Chorus: (Pimp C) (x4) Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Let me see it, let me see it Bend over, let me see it.. (Bun B) Go'on and let a nigga peak (peak) And let a nigga poke (poke) F**k a nigga from his street (street) And let a nigga stroke (stroke) See, I know that you a freak (freak) From passin' to my folk (folk) Let me bust it in yo' cheek (cheek) 'Til you muthaf**kin' choke (choke) It's nothin' but a G thang, baby, when you suck it Steady frontin' in yo' G-strang Go'on lemme f**k it See, we know that you a pro (pro) From shakin' and tuckin' We some grown muthaf**kas Like ta get naked, buck it From the back (back), to the front (front) And to the side (side) In the 'Lac ('Lac), wit' a blunt (blunt) Now, where the light (light)? It's a fact (fact): I've seen it Lemme get in between it Now, over bend, once again Bitches, show it like ya mean it.. Chorus: (x2) (Pimp C) Uh...take it off, chick Bend over, lemme see it I'm Sweet James Jones And a trick: I couldn't be it Got a young brown stallion And she 20 years old When she pop it from the back You see that hairy asshole From the A-T-L hoes, to the H-town strippers To the boppers in DeVille That's suckin' us and pullin' zippers Now, it how it make ya feel when you see a pimp shine? Bitch, you wastin' too much time.. Get back up on yo' grind (grind, grind...) Chorus: (x4) (Pimp C) I'm a country-ass nigga; I f**ked wit' yo' wife.. If yo' bitch come around We put some dick in her life 'Cause them niggas ain't real Must'a started smokin' rocks It all fell down 'Cause they was bitin' too much cock But what goes up, must come down.. While these bitches suckin' dick And droppin' to the ground.. Every city, every town: I'm ballin' in the mix I'm servin' niggas bricks Keep a bad yellow bitch On my team...sippin' lean Ain't no thang of the past; The '84 Beritz with the slant-back ass Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo' Instead of stackin' cheese He steady screamin' to that ho.. Let me see it (Pimp C) F**k-ass nigga.. Ol' f**k-ass nigga, get yo' mind on yo' money Hol' up...hol' up (uh)...UGK, bitch Uh (uh)...representin' that South...that South And this ain't no muthaf**kin'...hip hop records (f**k ass nigga); These country rap tunes Hol' up...uh So, you could separate us from the rest.. Like I tol' you the last time