Willie Dynamite

The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, "Gimme cheeks" Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights Ain't f*ck a prostitute but the head nice, get right From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong? Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long (how about another one?) Or am I wrong? Hey It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to f*ck 'em doggy Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John Tom Tom, direct me to that money please Square sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C And I know, "In God we trust," but how much do they trust in me? Enough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen You f*ck your hand, askin', "How much money can I fit into this rubber band?" Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand Know that I'm the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days All I make is hits, call me T-Pain Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father Then I busted in her face while she told me, "It's an honor" Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper Then put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor, huh Yeah, bitch Nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man F*ck you Ha-ha Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong? Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long or am I wrong?