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Just a little story that I got to tell,
about a boy named Lu and a girl named Chenel,
She from the ghetto, he is as well,
He listens to The Neptunes, she Mr. Kells,
So while his head was in the clouds,
she was on the down-low, foul, more so
The '03 version of a virgin,
Said she learned head from a porno (Word?)
Upbringing was worse than he,
She from a broken home,
One day broke father broke in home,
Lookin' for a fix from brokenhearted momma,
Choked and broke her bones,
Now he dismayed,
'Cause he don't think things need to be that way,
Now he at work, and she at play,
and she get paid,
But he don't think she could ever be that way,
[Chorus]
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down,
Make you hit the road, don't come back around
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low,
Don't hate the playa, just the way it go
Now Lu's not your ordinary mild-mannered man,
Who doesn't man up,
Who just got caught with his pants down and his hands up,
NAW,
He's a dog, he's a playa he's a mack!(whoo!)
Who preys on the weak and the meek and the quiet,
Try to make 'em into freaks,
Gets with the big girls with jobs,
and tell 'em "[They] don't really need to diet,"
NO,
Then it's free Micky D's for he,
And it's three until she gets herself fired,
"Sorry,"
LIAR, he don't care, he gon' say whatever she want hear,
Whatever it takes,
To get whatever he want or what he won't wear,
Plaid,
She think he won't dare
Creep with her friends when her ends end,
Lu be prepared, 'cause he ain't scared
[Chorus]
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down,
Make you hit the road don't come back around,
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low,
Don't hate the playa, just the way it go
No matter how much strength man,
you think that your pimp hand has got,
It pose no opposition to polititians,
They so efficient in they tradition,
they pimpin' is tops,
School is a mack with a track,
Bring back the tax,
Air Force One is a 'Lac,
Bombs over Baghdad, johns in Iraq,
Yes indeed, Democracy is a flirt in a miniskirt,
Tryin' to give a handjob to the desert,
till it squirt Texas Tea,
And give a condom to Congress to stretch the siege,
Best believe, you'll catch disease,
Siphyllus of the spirit,
Arthritis of the knees,
And you can watch on the idiot box,
This NBC is like Spice, alright!
[Chorus]
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will smack you down,
Make you hit the road don't come back around
You'd better MAKE SURE your game is tight,
'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight
'Cause that PIMP HAND will lay you low,
Don't hate the playa, just the way it go