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Z-Ro

Top Notch

 

Top Notch

(album: Crack - 2008)


[Pimp C sample of "International Players Anthem":]
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Trash Like The Fuck With 40 Dollars In The Club
Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top-Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Top-Top Notch Hoes Get The Most Not The Lesser
Trash Like The Fuck With 40 Dollars In The Club

[Verse 1: Z-Ro:]
I stay in pimp mode, though all fifty zip-codes, like pimping pen
In a three hundred or better a Bentley or Benz
I be feeding you chicken dinner it's time for you to win
I got room for one more horse in my stable you should come in
Trash like the fuck with 40 dollars in the club
I be wearing diamonds out here you can't fuck with us
I know you wondering what I been doing about but you know what it was
Counting up the dollar signs, we don't need no drugs
Top Notch hoes get the most not the lesser
If you test this pimping you goin end up on the stresser
King of the Ghetto Entertainment, Rap-A-Lot, and TF records
I put in my own but thers mo' money if were together

[Hook: Z-Ro and Pimp C]

[Verse 2:]
My momma used to tell me 'bout these
Really gayed ass bitches in these streets
I need direction baby, I'm about protection baby
And it's just you and me no need to start undressing baby
Cause I don't want'cha body, I want what your body brings
I never been a gigolo baby I'm about that change
Catch me in that candy blue thang, when I'm in the turning lane
I don't fuck with Reggie Miller with designer doeja burning, man
My vest is Houston, Texas, Mo city is my glock
I be passing every section and I can kick it at any spot
Rolling behind tent and if the coppers harass
Man, mail my letter to J Prince and put your foot back on the gas

[Hook: Z-Ro and Pimp C]

[Verse 3:]
Sunday morning I'm pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
Nothing but diamonds around my neck and around my wrist I'm looking good (what it is, what it is)
Double dressed Tailor made, I'm shaughed down to the flo'
And it don't matter if you step on my wing-tip shoes, cause I'm a just go buy me some mo' (what it is, what it is)
Huh, Look homie I'm feeling larger than life
That's because I'm able to provide for my daughter tonight
I went to sleep on a bench, but I woke up on the King Size
Now everyday of my life I see so many green guys

[Hook: Z-Ro and Pimp C]

done

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