Pimps Lyrics & Chords By Eightball

Wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and then I count bank Pull out the garage, hit a button then the top faint You ain't from the "A", all you really did was migrate Asking me if I'm...read more

They used hysterical reactions Don't make, feel contentment son Hideous, grotesque ideas They don't make this time a happy one Happy one... Happy one... ...read more

(Eightball) Ah yea Eightball MJG in the muthaf**kin house We came here today to talk to about this thing called pimpin It has been misunderstood over the years so now we...read more