Skilled Pimpin (Tomorrow)

[Intro: Paul Harris]
Remember, a pimp is only as good as his product
See, and his product is women
Now you've got to go out there
And you got to get the best ones, you can find
And you got to work them broads, like nobody's ever worked them before
And never forget, anybody can control a woman's body
See, but the key is, to control their mind
You see pimpin' is a big business
And it's been going on, since the beginning of time
And it's gonna continue straight ahead, 'til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet

[Verse 1: Big Hill]
Theses niggas trickin' with these hoes, who do they chose
Your racks or your riches, your clothes or your gold, who knows?
Your insurance policy, would've put that bitch up in the door
Thirty-seven thousand, or to see you once more
Not a chance, I hope the lord was whit you
That bitch is gonna miss you and tell the morticians to come and get you
Think about it, trick, you gave your life to this bitch
And come to find out that it wasn't worth it, unless she got your kids
And keepin' it real, do my story seems real for you?
These busters tratin' like they gon' kill for you
I heard, this time and time again
Couldn't have been with one of his so called friends
But we all end up in the pen, Is about that game
Fuck where you came from
Im drinkin' that Andrew with some Rum, so here I come
Im trapped up in this cell of hell
Criminal mind is seen incarcerated, since the '80s
The outside was behind me
Causin' all the guards checkin' their red card for some commissary
I'm passin' my time, constantly lyin' to Sister Mary
Knowin' all the time, them demons really scared me
My life is hell already, my nightly dreams of Freddie
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit then hit them bricks
Smokin' on some chronic, with the warden bitch
These streets been hard from the start, plus these bitches breakin' these busters heart
I'm callin' on God, but at night I'm asked to rob
That mob life, nigga, camouflaged guerrillas, pullin' them triggers
Not see many kind of nigga, stay outta my business, nigga
Just to those, who cryin' with those at your funeral

[Interlude: Paul Harris & Big Hill]
Work them-work them broads like
Work them-work them broads, like nobody has ever worked them before
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this bitch
Never forget-never forget-never forget-never forget
Get the best ones, you can find
The warden says, tomorrow—

[Verse 2: Big Hill]
It's summertime, the sun is burnin' hot
I'm seein' nothin' but hoes as I cruise the block
(Get the best ones, you can find)
I park my ride, then stepped outside the University of Memphis
Sweatin' them college bitches
Say, whats your name baby? She says my names Katie
And she's a special kind of lady, very educated
But Katie was too kind, schemin' for mine
Shes runnin' her line, Im playin' with Katie's mind
Katie wants to wine and dine
Im from the project, bitch, smackin' that pussy with a switch
Bad little kitty, askin' for this pimpin'
Now what about kim?
My chances were slim, until I read the book of Iceberg Slim
Now Kim sellin' trim, smilin' and grinnin' all the time, they wanna spin
Who your so called friends, they lost for dust
Now dig, what I'm sayin'
Callin' your bitch up on the other end and tellin' your bitch
Since you did the game they play, gonna get they head split
Crooked, 'cause some of these trizznicks bustin' marks from the AK
Real men don't play that way but some of these tricks gon' witness
This game ain't safe, on this hot summer day

[Verse 3: Big Hill]
I ain't runnin' from you bitches, down with givin' stitches
I'm takin' the money out the vault and smackin' these busters with my yalk
Tazz got trouble, one of these niggas gonna make bubbles from the lake
They crossin' for them flakes, nothin' but friends claimin' they straight
They thinkin' they ready for this drug powered shit
Clean cars and hits, so hug your kids because the gang get bigger
And Mr. Big'll split your wig
(Never forget, never forget)
Over that shit you did, my nigga
Colombian killer, I'm up in New York, ho
Starin' at, what big boy wearin'
Mari ostrich boots and Pelle Pelle suits, with the mink
Smokin' that ink, so fuck what you busters think
I tuck my hair, step to the back and sat between my bitches
Fuck you snitches, carry y'all drinks and champagne wishes
A toast to the bitch that boss the most, and helped me my pimpin' go coast to coast
I'm saddlin' like Casper, the friendly ghost
My hood, my nigga, my G's, we smokin' them green leaves

[Outro: Paul Harris & Big Hill]
Get the best ones, you can find, get the best ones, you can find
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this bitch
Never forget-never forget-never forget
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this bitch
I pack my shit
Work them broads like, work them
Work them broads like, nobody has ever worked them before
The warden says, tomorrow, I'm out this bitch