Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz - Contract Lyrics
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot netSell the ***** ***** till it's drip drop wetYou know what I'm saying, the vet, not the petDig this here manLike my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte sayMan, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking aboutOnly time a ***** get off is when a ***** run off, you know what I'm talking aboutHey man, you understand meMaster constitution for the prostitutionAnd let prostitution be the only solutionPlease believe it, you understand it, *****, you know my choosing fee *****It's a lifetime, ***** of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking aboutYeah, ***** you know what I'm talking aboutDon coochie hole *****, better known as pimp coochie holePimpin' Ken the Don in this shit hoYou know what I'm talking about, yeahMilwaukee, Wisconsin you *****-ass *****[Dirty Mouth]As I pull up to the clubJumping out of the Jag24's still spinning with a dealership tagBrand NewBright leather guts and pearl blueThese hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoeBut that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mindAs I stroll to the front of the VIP lineStraight in I go, headed straight to the barI got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a starHaters checking me outNow tell me what's that about?I'ma chill to the point haters checking me outSipping on the Crystal*****es wanna get wildPopping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my styleThese *****es calling, asking where the after partyThe Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darlingBring your friends so we can let this party beginAnd bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can ***** till the end[Jazze Pha]Hey *****, sign your name on the dotted line (well)Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)Hey ***** (hey *****) sign your name on the dotted line (well)Cause now you're mine[LA]Just pulled up at the clubI'm flyer than a mother*****erDamn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the mother*****erNot the front doorWe better go through the backSee, that was back then, now look where we atStraight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deepYou gonna go through 2 or 3Before you get to meThe *****, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"And mother***** the haterIt's about this making paperAnd while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take herSo shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vaporI ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake herI ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiterYou goddamn right, I'm a mother*****er playerSo tell me how you want itYou riding? Get up on itI ain't *****ing with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]Hey ***** (hey *****), sign your name on the dotted line (well)Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)Hey ***** (hey *****) sign your name on the dotted line (well)Cause now you're mine[Lil Jon]Hey, hey *****Hey ***** get up it's time to go to workTime to go to work *****, it's your boy Lil JonNever will I love a *****Why would I trust a *****?Always gonna dog a *****They only good for sucking dickOr riding on a nigga *****Trying to get a nigga stockI'm never gonna break breadNot even for a little headI'm a player, not a cake-a-hoAlways gotta break ho, down to the *****ing floorYou step up, I'll let you knowIt's MOB, BMEP to the I to the M PNo, I'm SouthsideSorry, *****, you better pay me[Big Sam]Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don JuanWhen I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my hornMake these hoes come running like Mike for travsAin't got my money ho, you bound to get slapCause I don't love a ***** and won't save a *****If it ain't about money, then it don't make senseI'll mack a ***** and I'll pimp a *****As long as she making me filthy rich[Don P]Just up off the pill, drinking on my beerSitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin stillRiding round the track, like Goldie in the MackStill I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realmMesmerized by the words coming out my mouthSo I'm flushing money quickly out these *****es' bank accountsAfter that I bounceTo another ho, in a totally different cityfor a whole other showThey say, "why you don't call?" I say, "*****, where my dividends?""You always out of town" I say, "*****, where my dividends?""You probably in the club" I say, "*****, where my dividends?"You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass againI'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fallCause I have to ball, there's no other wayEven if the *****'s pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]Hey ***** (hey *****) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)Cause you belong to me (you my ***** now)Hey ***** (hey *****) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)[Lil Jon] Get your ass up[Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)]If you get out line, I'm a slap you outI'm a slap you outI'm a slap you outBetter have my money (you better have my money, *****)Cause you signed your name on the dotted lineSo get off your ass and get on the grind(Get up, get out there and make my mother*****ing money, right now)Forgot what I am, *****? What am I?I'm a pimp in every inch of the wordEvery inch of the verbEvery inch of the curbI'm a hit it, like the lottery babyBetter believe it (please believe it)Hey, yeahIf it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)Everyday from me (from a real mother*****ing pimp)But ***** that's all I can seeAny day of the week, when you *****ing with me[Lil Jon]If you *****ing with me, you better get your ass out thereAnd make that mother*****ing moneyRain, sleet or snowRob, steal and kill for a mother*****ing pimp like me, ho[K. Sanchez]"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they liesJust because I don't match your compatible signI'ma let the world see, other boos can't relateLet you walk in front, make the other dudes hate..."
