Текст песни Cake - Pimp C , Bun B , Lil Boosie , Big K.R.I.T.
Hold
up
Smoke
something,
bitch
With
Tray
Martin,
know
what
I′m
talkin
bout?
Yea,
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout?
I′m
joy,
we
talkin
bout
hey
man
Do
thighs
come
with
that
shake?
Do
green
guys
come
with
them
thighs
Shit!
pimpin,
Tommy
loose,
OC
Boss
get
cash
money,
smoke
them
vapors
Don't
chase
the
cake,
chase
the
paper
Them
thighs
come
with
that
shake
Bitch
in
yo
mind,
hoe
I
got
cake
()
Well
Peter
Piper,
Pete
Kepers,
they
run
right
round
You
know
that
C
Pimp
close
and
Bun
not
done
I
be
at
it
and
on
it
Don't
start
no
fetic,
I
want
it
When
I
want
it
I
get
it
So
get
to
hoppin
up
on
it
Ain′t
no
stopping,
no
frontin
This
certified
and
official
When
I
see
you
lickin
yo
lips
you
wanna
blow
on
my
whistle
But
I
got
that
harmonica,
you
can
play
it
like
Stevie
They
say
that
pimpin
ain′t
easy
Man
it
is
if
you
be
me
I
see
a
new
one
every
day
And
they
think
because
they
jazzy
and
they
carefree
they
gon
talk
me
out
my
pay
Get
your
paper,
see
my
game
is
just
a
little
bit
tighter
Pay
for
pussy,
that's
alright
I
grab
the
smoke
so
pass
the
lighter
Boss
get
cash
money,
smoke
them
vapors
Don′t
chase
the
cake,
chase
the
paper
Them
thighs
come
with
that
shake
Bitch
in
yo
mind,
hoe
I
got
cake
()
Mane
you
know
I
get
the
first
night,
get
em
like
the
first
date
But
I
got
a
question
for
you
Them
thighs
come
with
that
shake?
You
want
papato
sea
food
Well
you
gon
have
to
eat
boo
Only
in
my
front
car
you
gon
be
a
porn
star
I
know
what's
going
through
your
head
If
I
get
em
like
ahead
I
might
get
a
slice
of
bread
for
just
a
minute
I
get
cash
in
duffle
bags,
′cause
I
don't
see
the
cake
Let
em
ride,
get
em
high
as
I
pay
for
cake
Drop
it
then
I
gotta
go
Like
Pimp
I′m
on
that
purple
flow
Mid-west,
30
a
show,
yea
I
hustle
and
flow
Round
town,
a
bad
chick,
she's
tryna
track
me
down
Zoom
zoom,
see
ya
later,
I
gotta
get
the
bake
Boss
get
cash
money,
smoke
them
vapors
Don't
chase
the
cake,
chase
the
paper
Them
thighs
come
with
that
shake
Bitch
in
yo
mind,
hoe
I
got
cake
()
Shit,
now
all
the
trickin
you
should
stop
it
Money
been
the
topic
While
she
digging
in
yo
pockets
I
be
pluggin
on
her
socket
All
off
in
yo
crib,
feet
up
on
yo
shit
Instead
of
breakin
off
a
hoe
you
out
here
lovin
a
bitch
When
I
give
this
pimpin
bitch
steel
toe
Bring
yo
hoe
The
type
of
dick
that
run
a
chick
some
shit
that
she
could
be
for
Live
for,
all
off
in
yo
big
fold
to
make
her
heavy
She
shake
you
off,
I
break
it
off
cuz
you
bring
it
back
to
daddy
Don′t
be
mad
at
me
Cuz
yo
hoe
done
chose
I
was
out
here
on
the
stroll
She
got
down
like
she′s
supposed
I
put
on
some
clothes
As
a
baby's
on
her
mama
′Cus
thighs
come
with
that
shake
and
green
on
the
side
Boss
get
cash
money,
smoke
them
vapors
Don't
chase
the
cake,
chase
the
paper
Them
thighs
come
with
that
shake
Bitch
in
yo
mind,
hoe
I
got
cake
1 The Best Is Back
2 Fire
3 No Competition
4 Gladiator
5 Triller
6 Cake
7 Stop Playin'
8 Dippin' & Swervin'
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