Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz — Contract Chopped & Screwed

[Intro: Pimpin' Ken] Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet Dig this here man Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about? Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about? Hey man, you understand me Master constitution for the prostitution And let prostitution be the only solution Please-please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, beliеve that ho you know what I'm talking about Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about Don-Don coochie holе bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho You know what I'm talking about, yeah Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass bitch [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] As I pull up to the club, jumping out of the Jag 24's spinning-spinning with a dealership tag 24's spinning-spinning with a dealership tag 24's spinning-spinning with a dealership tag Brand new, bright-bright leather guts and pearl blue These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe But that's alright, cause I- cause I don't pay these hoes no mind As I stroll to the front of the VIP line Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar Super-superstar status, so-so guess-guess I'm a star Haters checking me out, now tell me what's that about? I'ma 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-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 [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Hey bi-bitch, sign-sign name-name dot-dotted line (Well) Cause you-cause you belong to me (You-you belong to me, yeah) Hey bi-bitch (hey bit-) sign-sign name-name dot-dotted (Well) Now-now you're mine [Verse 2: LA] Just pulled up at the club, I'm flyer than a motherf- Damn-damn, why they staring? Ho, shit I'm the motherfucker Not the front door, we better go through the back See that-see, that was back then, now look where we at Straight to VIP, my niggas man we deep You gonna go through 2 or 3, before you get to me The bitch, and she a G and said-and said "What's up for later?" I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" Mother-motherfuck the hater, it's about this making paper Mother-motherfuck the hater, it's about this making paper Mother-motherfuck the hater, 'bout-'bout this making paper While she-while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor I ain't got love for niggas cause all they do is try to cake her I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter God-goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player God-goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player God-goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player Tell-tell-tell me how you want it, you riding? Get up on it I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real [Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Jon] Hey bi-bitch (hey bit-), sign-sign name-name dot-dotted line (Well) Cause you-cause you belong to me (You-you belong to me, yeah) Hey bi-bitch (hey bit-) sign-sign name-name dot-dotted line (well) Cause now you're mine Hey, hey Get up bitch, it's time to go to work Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Lil Jon] And ever will I love a bitch? Why-why would I trust a bitch? Al-always gonna dog a bitch They- And ever will I love a bitch? Why-why would I trust a bitch? Al-always gonna dog a bitch They only good for sucking dick Or riding on a nigga cock Trying to get a nigga stock Never-never gonna break bread Not even for a little head I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho Al-always gotta break a ho Down to the fucking floor You step up, I'll let you know It's M-MOB, B-BME P to the I to the M P No, I'm Southside, sorry Bitch you-bitch you better pay me [Verse 4: Big Sam] Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn Make these hoes come running like mice for traps If you ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch It ain't-it ain't about money, don't-don't make sense If it ain't about money, don't-don't make sense If it ain't about money, don't-don't make sense I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch As long as she making me filthy rich [Verse 5: Don P] Just up off the pill, drinking-drinking on my beer Sitting-sitting on a mill, but I'm-but I'm pimpin still Riding-riding round the track, Goldie-Goldie in the Mack Don-Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm Rized-rized by the words, coming-coming out my mouth Flushing-flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts After-after that I bounce, to a-to another ho, totally-totally different city For a whole other show They say, "Why you don't call?" I say, "Bitch, where my dividends?" "You always out of town" "Bitch-Bitch, where my dividends?" "You probably in the club" "Bitch-Bitch, where my dividends?" You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again Don-Don a.k.a "stay-stay pimpin hard" That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall Cause I-cause I have to ball, there's no-there's no other way Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day (Yeah) [Chorus: Jazze Pha & Lil Jon/Both] Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now) *Laughs* (Hey, hey) Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (right here) Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho) Yeah, get your ass up