Текст песни N.A.P. - Skippa da Flippa

I know, I can't give you love and affection
But girl you got all my attention
Say all my attention
If I could just have you for a minute
Grab my hand and I can show you something different
Show you how I'm living
I can see something on your mind, girl what is it
Let me know if you need my assistance
You need my commitment
All you need to do is grab my hand, come with me
Imma show you bout this new age pimping
This new age pimping
All you got to do is grab my hand, come with me
Imma show you round the city, I might buy you a new Bentley
Imma show you bout this pimping, Imma show you bout this pimping
Imma show you bout this new age era pimping
We get to kissing, I get to hitting
We get to fighting, you get to kicking
Soon as the argument is finished
It's triple O main, let the maid wash the dishes
I know you want a real nigga that's commited
You say you love me, I love you too, I'll admit it
So keep it real, I'm your nigga, you my girl
Don't get shit twisted, mama taught me how to treat the women
Smart decisions, I love you cause you listen
Most of all you don't care bout them hoes opinions
Pimping, but you know it's still pimping
Turn around, bend over, assume the position
I can't give you love and affection
But everybody got feelings, so tell me what you're feeling
The sex is pleasure, I turn your love to perfection
I don't put my trust in nobody but these are my confessions
And your mama love me too, and your brother think I'm cool
I'm his favorite rapper too, I know
And your daddy fuck with me too
Don't you ever worry bout no ice cause Imma wrap you in the jewels
I'm too blunt, I can't front
See really you the gas to my blunt, you the plan for my stunt
And I know you're feeling friction when I'm hitting
You're slipping and grinding
You never mix no pleasure with no business
You keep licking, I can't finish my sentence
Reverse cowgirl, catch it like I'm Jason Witten
We fuck in 5 rooms, then it's to the kitchen
Shit's real, it ain't written, murder she wrote