| Lyrics: | (Nigga)
[Pimpin']
I'm just a, big bang baller on a
budget
Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it"
City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from
Kentucky
Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky
4 leaf clovers,
Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted
[Pimpin']
Country cookin, dog fightin,
big-body ridin
Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin love
Summertime a funner time,
smoke and gunner time
Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, every fuckin
time
[Pimpin']
Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball
Stomp through to mall in my
overalls, the black Girbaud
No pager, no cellphone, no access at all
Just a pack of Dutch
Masters and a pint of alcohol
[Pimpin']
My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots
said
You don't Perm , Fuck a fade
let my hair swang back and forth like a germ
Ill
nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick
Baby mama drama, child
support court and ain't worth the riskits
[Chorus]
Whattcha know about them backwood
country folk?
Whattcha know about the 'Lac chrome hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade,
no comb
Whattcha know about ballin on a budget pro?
I'm just ballin on a budget jigga
(jigga)
I'm just ballin on a budget jigga (jigga)
I'm just ballin on a budget jigga
(jigga)
It's the N the A the P-P-Y
[Pimpin']
Pull up, dear horns on the hood of my
truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks
Hungry Jack, feather tryna stuff some food in my
gut
Country cat in the cowboy hat
I'm front to back put the house on that
[Pimpin']
candy yam's,chittlins,greens and smoke country ham,
ch |
