Pimp & Baby Girl

Hooked won't turn you loose I won't let you go hard to say how many lives perished away tricked out by my Brooklyn appeal I deal you steal your grandma's pension checks to satisfy the get high off my most potent shit that keeps you running down black streets searching doorways along deserted blocks with whores rolling the stroll running my track holding my back straight you hear underneath my bridge many men wait the night fall gaining access to my family ass bedizen in skimpy ensembles switching booty cheeks moon peeks smile stiletto skyscrapers grinding asphalt patent leather black catching the gleam of high beams mighty mack trucks strobe by I wait I pole lean a bent kangol tipped to the side hiding one fucked up eye that shifts without permission stand looking and licking for cash money sporting skinny jeans my Abercrombie & Fitch sneaker laces unhitched keeping one eye on the main bitch I call baby ********** Baby girl Yeah, my name Baby they call me baby spy calls me a lady his main woman I not a child a silly little girl I am a woman at twelve we smoke trees eat value meals from mickey d's shop at the coliseum watch Hannah Montana on tv he treats me well I make his money cause I love my man oh my job I'm a whore his bitch who is on his track I party you know 20 for head 50 for that (baby stands proudly pointing to her what she calls "pineapple pussy") finger twisting her weave just like a little girl © 2009 Lepadah