Yeah.
Okay.
So what we got right here, y'all.
This right here is what we call female pimping.
Understand that.
Rashida.
Okay.
Cherish baby.
Okay.
Don Vito, you a little foolish.
I like this.
ATM.
Straight up A-town, that's my type.
I'm stuck out from the hood.
That's what I like.
Neck is with shining so bright.
Give me paper or plastic, anything I like.
Oh, you see, I like them kind of cool.
Black shades, black tee and black shoes.
Candy planet and Paula on 22s.
Straight up gutter is just my kind of do.
When my shots down,
gang,
squads down,
forward,
half-bound.
And all my big West friends,
I say,
Lord,
we playing guns.
We're my East Coast hustlers.
Cause we don't need no bus.
We don't need no head guns.
I need a dose of G.
Make them give me what I need.
Then march for the West Coast.
See,
you can't handle a chick like me.
A chick like me.
All my fellas need to hear me.
I want y'all to hear me clearly.
I'm not the picky type.
I like my thugs from every city.
G-A-L-A on back to Philly.
But them dirty boys,
oh,
they do something to me.
See, I have to disagree.
I like my thugs from the NYC. Steady trapping on a gangsta scene.
Riding in cars up on a gangsta lead.
When my shots down,
gang,
squads down,
forward,
half-bound.
And all my big West friends,
I say,
Lord,
we playing guns.
We're my East Coast hustlers.
Cause we don't need no bus.
We don't need no head guns.
I need a dose of G. Make them give me what I need.
Then march for the West Coast.
See, you can't handle a chick like me.
A chick like me.
Red bucket jeans hanging low with a black tee.
Got a mean swag and he trapping on the back street.
Now,
man,
it's something about them G's. Make
Rasheeda's temperature jump a hundred degrees.
Is it the money or the candy paint dripping?
Or the way he hold me down and keep it pimping?
Plus, he know just how to powder.
Can't get enough, so he always want it.
When my shots down,
gang,
squads down,
forward,
half-bound.
And all my big West friends,
I say,
Lord,
we playing guns.
We're my East Coast hustlers.
Cause we don't need no bus.
We don't need no head guns.
I need a dose of G. Make them give me what I need.
Then march for the West Coast.
See, you can't handle a chick like me.
A chick like me.
Now, all the G's all around the world.
Please believe it.
Y'all need to keep it pimping.
Keep your eye on it.
Keep it tight, baby.
This chair is right here.
This Rasheeda right here.
The Georgia peach.
The urban legend.
It don't get no better than this.
Ay!