gotta make a move Baby, let me put this on your mind! Let me put this, let me put this Let me put this on your mind! [Pimp C:] Uh.. Sweet Jones.. Uh!
Translation: PIMP C. On Your Mind.
make a move Baby, let me put this on your mind! Let me put this, let me put this Let me put this on your mind! [Pimp C:] Uh.. Sweet Jones.. Uh! Get
you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man
s Loon) [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, check it out yo, check it out now Why's you all on me, friends is all on me Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me Tried to
street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
love from the beginnin' you Pimp C You know how the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin' diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your
get shot but i don't get robbed cause me, i be on my jog !!!!!!there should be "ya heard me?"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (chorus) you like it when i back that ass up on
feelin like a prince pimp has the perp pass, fly I gets high fuckin parachute got a new pair of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns that
in boots and shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin' your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and
your self how live it can be MILWAUKEE to the chi back down to the d michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys standin' on the corner at 10 degrees we got pimps
me to spank you Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle And if you niggaz don't like what I say I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley
I made 1,000 songs that made you move your a*** And for the last 300 months I made 16 albums with me on the front and they bump Where you get your beats
Short, no ass, no pass All you Santa Claus players, be on your way With a bag full of toys on the back of your sleigh You hit your girls house, one
this game at you It never ends, I just keep goin' Pimps keep pimpin', hoes keep ho-in' And niggaz like me, never stop hustlin' Put yo' mind to it, makin
nothin' when you got to get the gas Spit the game in her ear, tell her get on the ave It's mind manipulation in every situation There's a pimp an' a
's your favorite color, on a lovely day You let me reach right over And rub on your leg I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile Put your seatbeat
