My car candy coated,
never voted At the age seventeen,
to the game I was quoted Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze,
and fire worth my coat and shoes mink fur Y'all niggas ain't no pitbulls,
you curred out I'm
Sweet Jones bitch
and you ain't what this shit
about About is Pimp C and
the princess of the south Chunkin
it up for that Texas lettin
'em see them blades chop Verese
I got a dude he's the flyest
in these streets Down
on the corner got the
block full of heat Lookin'
for a girl that don't run
her mouth She ain't a ho
all over town He can call me baby,
he can call me his boo But he call me dope girl, cuz I got that oooh
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the dope girl comin' (Hook)
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it I got that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
That's why they on me I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin
I'm like that crack
and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
Got 'em like dope fiends
I got that ice cream that's
what they say Got them
boys runnin to the yard
for me I drive 'em wild,
make 'em crazy Got 'em sprung,
want me to be they baby (mama)
But I keep him satisfied
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he's down to ride
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the dope girl comin' (Hook)
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it I got that crack and they want it want it want it So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
That's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah
they runnin runnin runnin
I'm like that crack and they
want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
Got 'em like dope fiends
I know you want some of what I am serving
They keep comin' back
Cuz my block is so hot (Pimp C Rap) I make my records for them boys with the golds in the mouth
The thugs on parole with them
O's in they house
The niggas with the heart
in the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south I'm a OG rock balla,
twenty chop crawla
Young girl bout to choose a pimp, man ain't no need to stall her
I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line Now young
Pimp is goin' platinum with miss
Brooke Valentine (Brooke)
I know what you niggas
want from me I know what you niggas think y'all need
You already know who I be
I'm like dope and y'all like dope fiends (Hook) Oh they can't control
it 'trol it trol it I got
that crack and they
want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
That's why they on me I got these fiends yeah they runnin runnin runnin I'm like that crack and they want it want it want it
So why you askin (Who Dat?)
who I be I be that dope girl
Got 'em like dope fiends I know you want some
They keep comin back
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope