Yo man, I heard you was havin' a couple of problems with your hoes Well you know I got a little philosophy for shit like that It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of them Yo, but I'mma let KM.G break it down for them like this Yo, well let's ranch South Central Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie Hoes with no clothes, get a woody From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick You know a groupie's best friend is some hell of a dick Yo, so once upon a time called now As I give them a rhythm and I allow For you to linger, before I send you My trigger finger, ATL'll bring you stitches to your ass "Straight up" So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control Release my pole, see what I can catch A mega bitch with some ends or even a bare batch Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body The hype mega shit that straight drowns the public Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a motherfuckin' subject I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life On the funk tip "Yeah" Every man has his price clip Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it My nigga 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it For South Central, Compton and Watts Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank, give me what you got It's a position where ranching is the mission A.T.L is direct A little Dose Of The Mega Flex... You know Snow, bitches never cease to amaze me, man When I breaks one bitch I have to turn around and break another one, man I mean why? I buy her things, I keep them looking good But hey, no dough, man I mean, I keeps them broke, player Hey, cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know "True, true" Well let's sail, sail to a land Where a nigga is a king with a gun in his hand True niggaz get scandalous, then it turns to gankin' And your shit gets rowdy then you have to bank one "Ping" Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again "yeah" A bit of info to the hoes and bitches KM.G'll serve motherfuckin' stitches But kickin' it with the G's there's things we must rehearse The one-time jacks, put my motherfuckin' gat in your purse Not tryin to work you or leave you much to lean in Cause punk-Ass-Niggaz treat bitches the way they wanna be treated Yeah, you can see that you're a bitch if I ever seen one Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung It's all kinds of hoes and skanks and tramps and hotties and skeezers "Yeah they all dick pleasers" Then when I say "What up" I don't wanna put a damper Hit a stupid-Ass-Bitch in the head with some Pampers Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time So come on hoes, shoot your best shot Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht Or call me KM.G, I'm here to serve, on the wreck Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex.... Yeah man! Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them fucking woman, sayin' I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any time, any goddamn day, you know Right now, right now, right now, you know That's how you checks them, man It makes them give you respect, you know what I'm sayin' Yo, A.T.L the mega pimp clinic '91 and we outta here, see you Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down Like it supposed to be put down, you know You know, always remember that you run things And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be You know, yo, we sold You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time Keep going, don't stop Keep going, don't stop Oh yeah