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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - "Contract"
Lyrics to Contract : [Intro: Pimpin Ken] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin Ken dot net Sell the bitch pussy till its drip drop wet You know what Im saying, the vet, not the pet Dig this here man Like my nigga Cashball, you know what Im saying, me and DeAnte say Man, its "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what Im taking about Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what Im 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, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch Its a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what Im talking about Yeah, bitch you know what Im talking about Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole Pimpin Ken the Don in this shit ho You know what Im talking about, yeah Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass bitch [Dirty Mouth] As I pull up to the club Jumping out of the Jag 24s still spinning with a dealership tag Brand New Bright leather guts and pearl blue These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe But thats alright cause I dont 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 Im a star Haters checking me out Now tell me whats that about' Ima chill to the point haters checking me out Sipping on the Crystal Bitches wanna get wild Popping X and smoking dro on the verge of my style These bitches 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 fuck till the end [Jazze Pha] Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah) Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause now youre mine [LA] Just pulled up at the club Im flyer than a motherfucker Damn, why they staring' ho, shit Im the motherfucker 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 bitch, and she a G and said "whats up for later'" I said "Im 20 East, Im headed to Decatur" And motherfuck the hater Its about this making paper And while she choosing hard, guaranteed Ima take her So shake the saltshaker, the dro is the vapor I aint got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her I aint sippin on no chaser, thats what we tell the waiter You goddamn right, Im a motherfucker player So tell me how you want it You riding' Get up on it I aint fucking with the ho if she dont know how to donut, for real [Jazze Pha + Lil Jon] Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah) Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well) Cause now youre mine [Lil Jon] Hey, hey bitch Hey bitch get up its time to go to work Time to go to work bitch, its your boy Lil Jon Never will I love a bitch Why would I trust a bitch' Always gonna dog a bitch They only good for sucking dick Or riding on a nigga cock Trying to get a nigga stock Im never gonna break bread Not even for a little head Im a player, not a cake-a-ho Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor You step up, Ill let you know Its MOB, BME P to the I to the M P No, Im Southside Sorry, bitch, you better pay me [Big Sam] Old school white Lac pimpin like Im Don Juan When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs Aint got my money ho, you bound to get slap Cause I dont love a bitch and wont save a bitch If it aint about money, then it dont make sense Ill mack a bitch and Ill pimp a bitch As long as she making me filthy rich [Don P] Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer Sitting on a mill, but Im pimpin still Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack Still Im Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth So Im flushing money quickly out these bitches bank accounts After that I bounce To another ho, in a totally different city for a whole other show They say, "why you dont call'" I say, "bitch, where my dividends'" "You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends'" "You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends'" You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again Im Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard" That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall Cause I have to ball, theres no other way Even if the bitchs pregnant, theres no Happy Mothers Day [Jazze Pha + Lil Jon] Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now) Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here) Cause now youre mine (you mine, ho) [Lil Jon] Get your ass up [Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)] If you get out line, Im a slap you out Im a slap you out Im a slap you out Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch) 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, bitch' What am I' Im a pimp in every inch of the word Every inch of the verb Every inch of the curb Im a hit it, like the lottery baby Better believe it (please believe it) Hey, yeah If its pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what) Everyday from me (from a real motherfucking pimp) But bitch thats all I can see Any day of the week, when you fucking with me [Lil Jon] If you fucking 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 [K. Sanchez] "Say, Im comin at you with lines, think they lies Just because I dont match your compatible sign Ima let the world see, other boos cant relate Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate..." [ Contract Lyrics ]
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