Geah
Check it out
Come on, hey
Come on, uh
I said come on, hey
What's goin' on the Westside
Check it out
Nigga hoes back in the house
Check it out
Who's got paper?
But a shoebox is plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate
You ain't seen grass this green
Plenty of cream, kingpins, unsolved scheme
I got my eyes on you
Geah you want designer down from head to shoe
Got a crew but you stand out, miss thing
Wish I had x-ray vision to peep the g-strings
You know what I mean, keeps the shit real live
Benz 'round town in the 3-25
Checks in your coat and float to the arena
H.B. taps me on the shoulder: "Tony, have you seen her?"
Let my gators do the snappin'
Cristal sippin', drops a line: "Geah baby, what's happenin'?"
Hear me, see me, I could, uh, be your genie
Any wish comes true, be my boo
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
Mr. Tony will deliver to you with quick speed
Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
We's beez the pimps
Independently hustlin' while you work in the stuff
Keep your car note paid so you workin' it rough
9 To 5 paper chasin', geah I can dig it
With your 15 hundred dollar rims on your fixed up Civic
No trips to the clinic but instead trips to the club
With your hair hooked up, short skirt straight throwin' it up
Mr. Tony know the game, playin' nice and soft
G's around you in a circle talkin' about: "Take that shit off"
Damn niggas swingin' on a player's balls
Peeps the coup, hooks me up with a fuck phone call
I beez the black desperado, 5 karats
With the gold and black Movado, gang parrots
And you king and queen of the hill
Minks to fat links, captain and Tennille
Get down like you live and that's no joke
Gang of punk, eat a poke with a indo smoke
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
Mr. Tony will deliver to you with quick speed
Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
Mr. Tony will deliver to you with quick speed
Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
Times is hard and I can see you're a little rebellious
And your homegirls kick the rumors and you're way too jealous
Just can't stand to see you with a nigga with grip
They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip
Now trip, it's too much gossip on the phone
Need to tell them hoes to find some dick of they own
What's wrong? Same old song, gettin' the boot
Drops you back on the block with no more pocks to loot
Snatch back the dollar to diamonds, necklaces
Versace rugs to Armani dresses
No more sippin' Cristal in the morn'
Driver see 5 hun with the chrome, leave me alone
Cause that's the problem
Cause nowadays these greedy ass hoes workin' these ways
Tony's no phony, got g's, so next one up, spend checks
Geah
Come on, come on, hey
Come on, come on, hey
We's beez the pimps
