Can’t Turn Down

[Verse: Premo Rice]
Uh
Never turn it down, nigga finna hit another round
Got a couple bad bitches comin’ in from out of town
Ready for the dick, hope a nigga gettin’ pussy-whipped
Hell nah
Slave’ll never save ‘em, give ‘em hell, dawg
Fuckin’ up the scene
Double cup, muddy with the lean
See your bitch, I’m tryna get up in-between
Gold-digger for the green
Tell a hoe, “I ain’t got none”
Ain’t-shit-nigga, steady tryna hit a one-and-done
All about the guap
I love the coochie, but I want the top
In the club, tryna hit the Diddy Bop
Flyest nigga in the spot
Bitches like, “Who that?” You knew that
The coldest mufucka with the cool raps
Your dude rap? He lame
‘Cause all these other niggas sound the same
Michael Jordan when I’m comin’ through the lane
Greatest player in the game, iceberg prem-
All my down bitches, they believe
George Gervin in the jeans
Uh, that’s a finger roll

[Outro: Pimp C]
Hey, man. Pimpin’ is not a contact-sport, man. Don’t touch me, man. You know what I’m talkin’ about? [?] For real, man. All that ole touchy-feely, man. Let’s don’t do that. You know I’m talkin’ ‘bout? Shakin’ hands is the nastiest thing a person can do with somebody, you know I’m sayin’? So, we gon’ dap it up. We gon’ keep it playa. We gon’ keep it movin’, man. But hey, man. I do wanna have contact with my people. I love to have contact with my folks. But all that slappin’ young pimp on the back, and all that ole...we ain’t gon’ do all that tonight, man. We gon’ keep it playa, mane