Two Type of Bitches

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well it's big Bun Beeda, I built the track
With blood, sweat and tears and the bitches back
It ain't nowhere fans a bunch with these sluts
Just shake your butts and bring back that stack (stack)
The mack is back and he's sittin on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or nugget (nugget)
That don't mean him a real live ho
You ain't ready to roll then go on then, fuck it
Out them ducats, hoes better recognize
Niggas better recollect, Bun finna regulate
I hit yo' town (what) find me a ho stroll
Leave that bitch dry and head to another state (hold up)
Me and my brother can't wait when it come to the red
Cause we about that cash, cash
So if we can't convince ya, we'll take your sister
Hit the highway and mash cos you got

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got bitches that will and you got bitches that won't
Man you got, bitches that do and you got bitches that don't
Man you got, bitches that can and you got bitches that can't
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Some girls suck, some don't dare
Some girls fuck, some don't care
I like the girl with the pussy hair
My partner Mike Mo like the pussy bare
Some girls scream, some girls moan
Swang Big Dick, swang Sweet Jones
Go and get the myth out the cobra head
Girl got down you niggas scared
I got a young yellow bitch, I'mma sing it loud
With a four-inch corner of jet-mink hair
Between her legs is where it great
And get the money out the nigga when she go on a date
I stay caked up, rocked up
Magnum rubbers stay socked up
I ain't tryin to get the wet dick
Hold my good but she ain't that slick
I know you want this high-dollar cum
Bitch know I got money, wanna get her some
Bitch you must, done lost your mind
The trick's niggas over there, you better get on the grind

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, bitches that will and you got bitches that won't
Man you got, bitches that do and you got bitches that don't
Man you got, bitches that can and you got bitches that can't
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
Bitches not flexin' ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do I just can't get away
Cause I gotta fuck all day every day
That leaves me vulnerable for real
All these chickenheads know about Dyl'
Ain't gotta do a lot to make me chill
Find a good spot on the floor and kneel
Know that my heart's in between my thighs
Though I can't take when they look in my eyes
Lookin for love that's no surprise
Cum in her mouth, that's family ties
Then I hit it from the back, all the way
Slap that batty just like Classe
Not breeze out without no delay
Girls in the chat, I ain't got shit to say

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, bitches that will and you got bitches that won't
Man you got, bitches that do and you got bitches that don't
Man you got, bitches that can and you got bitches that can't
You got bitches that know they are and bitches know that they ain't
No down bitch

[Outro: Pimpin Ken]
Yeah yeah yeah, man, this is your motherfucking boy
The M-phis motherfucking Pimpin Ken; y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah, you got two kinda hoes, y'know what I'm talking about
You got classic Cokes, you understand those my type of bitches
Then, you got the Pepsi generation
Those the new mother fucking hoes around this, y'know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, different strokes for different folks. Some like Pepsi, some like Coke
You know me, I just like the new generation
I like to smash on the younger bitches, they're the ones who really want to get the cash for a PIMP, y'know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, you got hookers and lookers, y'know what I'm talking about?
You got bitches that go in the snake pit and really give a PIMP some shit; you know what I'm saying?
Then you got them bitches, understand me, won't even pack they feet on the mother fucking concrete, you know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, you got hoes, you understand me, they just done make mistakes and fuck with Frosty Flakes
Then you got hoes, you understand, that fuck with real PIMPS know what I'm talking about?
You got black hoes, you got white hoes know what I'm talking about?
Black bitches darker days, white bitches brighter days, know what I'm talking about?
Yeah fo'real mayne, y'know what I'm talking about?
Real mu'fuckin PIMP, y'know what I'm talking about?
And you know me, mayne, like I told you niggas, mane
Only thing I want motherfucking black is the black walls that’s gon' hold that 600 Benz up, y'know what I'm talking about?
Understand me, yeah but the black bitch, understand me, I mean, she can push the car, you know what I'm saying, with me and that white hoe, you know what I'm talking about
Yeah man, I ain't tryna die on the black bitches you understand me but I'll tell you one thing though, understand me
The difference between a black bitch and the white bitch, understand me
The white bitch is gon' get it, get it, get it
And the, and the black bitch is gon'; not be with it, you know what I'm talking about
So man, you know what I'm talking about
This is the different kinda bitches you got out here, you understand me, that a PIMP tryna understand, wake you up to, you know what I'm talking about?
You got hoes, you understand me that just are, really mother fucking hoes and you got hoes, really be and their mother fucking tippy toes, you know what I’m talking about?
You got hoes, you understand me, that, you understand me, that get it real fast like they turban ass
Then you got hoes know what I'm talking about they lazy know what I'm talking about?
But me? Myself? I'm looking for a hoe that’s famous like Amos, you understand me
But only one thing, Amos bake cookies, Real hoes break rookies, y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah that’s the kinda hoe I’m looking for, y' know what I'm talking about? Believe that, man y'know what I'm talking about?
Different strokes for different folks. Some hoes just like Pepsi and hoes just like Coke, man know what I'm talking about?
Yeah man, you know I just like to make a reference man, let you niggas know man
Understand, the Coke is for the classic niggas and Pepsi is for the new generation, y'know what I'm saying?
I want young bitch, man, something fine and qualified that wanna be on Pimpin Ken's side know what I'm talking about?
Yeah man I want the, I like the young and the restless baby, know what I'm talking about?
You understand, I don't want no old bitch. Only thing I want old is the motherfucking bank rolls y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah Pimpin, y'all can chop that up how y'all want to!