Still Pimpin Pens

(album: Don't Mess Wit Texas - 1997)

I'm still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
I'm a swang on these boppers, I'm a clown on these cops
Candy red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sipping syrup, slanging birds, smoking indo sweets
I done stayed on them plexas, cause the plates say Texas
TV screen, Young & The Restless, in my G.S. Lexus
From Atlanta to Virginia through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a rally
Remember that bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still gone get fucked by Keke in the hou'
Fat Pat and Mike Drew, what about Poke, & The Screw
We gone bring her to the South and let the click run through
It's real easy to see, there ain't no fucking with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil' Keke

On the Southside, we be blowing on tree
Pimping pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowing on tree
Pimping pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke

It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table
Big crib, watching gorgeous gal licking my navel
Who's the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E that's ME
Heart of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Give me cocain in reglerity
Pimps on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't respect
Let me pimp right down effect
Gone of the drank, got' make a bank
Playa haters niggas don't want trying to take my pad
I'm a have to kill, when I come down, caught me blazing wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better chill
Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make another mill, while I pack my steel
Breaking boys off with my freestyle drill
Higher than a hill, land of the trill
Pimping pens, hitting skins, show another skill

On the Southside, we be blowing on tree
Pimping pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke, cause uh
On the Southside, we be blowing on tree
Pimping pens, once again, this is Lil' Keke

Verse 3 of the flow, if ya hoes didn't know
In and out the back door cause I gots to go
I'm more time I'm a flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walking inside the club and dismantling the show
Houston, Texas, is the home of the playas and pimps
Sachi down with a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I punch in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and rocks
Worst strainer entertainer in the eye of the public
Niggas love me try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing less than a win
Your foy, your friend, I'm a keep pimping pen, pimping pens