B.O.C Lyrics

[T-Rock] Black Reign, nigga Y'all know who it is, nigga Black Reign in this motherfucker (A-Town) Lord Infamous in this muh'fucker (Memphis, Ten) Rock Solid Music is definitely in this bitch, y'all know who it is, nigga (Uh hun) This ya boy, T-Rock, nigga (Southside) We came to squash all that bullshit Y'all know how real it is (Real niggas get to the money, we breakin' bitches, nigga) Money over bitches (This some pimp shit for you young nigga's minds) We ballin' and breakin' hoes (Look) Tell 'em, nigga Chorus: T-Rock We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls) Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes) Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls) Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes) Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city We ballin' and breakin' hoes [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] These narcotics making the Infamous feel so erotic I'm a 'bout to throw a motherfuckin' pussy party Come from up so quickly, bustin' the guts of freaky sluts Slide ya tounge Down the pole Then ya lick up on the nuts Must be flashy Classy, but must be super nasty Hit the dope, and then I hit her doggie-style like Lassie And every time we have a little clubhouse click Hoe down Pass The Pussy on the left hand side And lick me now Four O's of tusk give dick the super powers Bitch about to faint cause I been fuckin' her for hours And when I'm on this trip, the dick Won't go limp I'm a try my very best to break your motherfuckin' hip On the X And the 'yac Some of this Some of that Tryin' to make you like Quasimoto, hump In ya back Turn that bitch into your prey, 'fore you make that hoe your slave Have that bitch rubbin' her pussy down with fuckin' Ben Gay Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: T-Rock] We pimpin', peep the prognosis Game is fearless, ferocious Pimpin' hard and atrocious, my visions remain in focus Picture me on your T.V. Makin' pimpin' look easy Ain't no freebies My bitches work nightly, monthly and weekly, yo homie I keep it winnin', the product I push is women Dolemite ain't got shit on the way I put down to pimpin' I put your bitch out of business Work with proper precision Tell your mama "Get with this, or witness the game get vicious" I came to put fear in stitches Plus a dick in your misses Don't be surprised If your bride is one of my bottom bitches I politic With nothin' more than dimes and what Hoes'll practice proper groomin' Sellin' ass on websites Sendin' me money through Western Union Getting money from a check in this business, they put 'em on internet, peep out their intellect Getting these bitches for once in their pocket, I'm all about process, I'm swoopin' in silhouette Money got my pockets fatter than elephants, bitch, if it ain't about chips, it's irrelevant Half the battle is image, I glisten my diamonds quicker than (???), I'm a bankin' it Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: II Tone] It all started at the age of twelve, servin' fiends and raisin' hell These bitches say they love a nigga, "Can you make my pockets swell?" Your conversation, time wastin', money is my motivation Come and join the team Sellin' pussy is a occupation Niggas out here grillin' lanes Savin' bitches, break the change Your wife Is a hoe nigga, go and let her do her thang Cross her teeth Dot her eye Who gon' be her aliby Hand that hoe a blunts If a bitch, ever try to lie/lye Hard for a pimp No, it's harder for a mack Pimpin' hoes, sellin' weed, sellin' blow, sellin' crack Since the birth of me Pimpin' in my pedigree Got my game Got my swag, got it all from Barber Lee Got it down Bitch Wipe the table With a big ass And this slut Come up short fo sho She gon' beat her ass She don't turn heads, motherfucker, cause she break necks All about the cheese, peep game, we don't take checks Repeat ChorusLord Infamous f/ T-Rock, II Tone - B.O.C - http://motolyrics.com/lord-infamous-f-t-rock-ii-tone/boc-lyrics.html