Contract Lyrics - Crunk Juice - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net 

Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet 

You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet 

Dig this here man 

Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say 

Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about 

Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about 

Hey man, you understand me 

Master constitution for the prostitution 

And let prostitution be the only solution 

Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch 

It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about 

Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about 

Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole 

Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho 

You know what I'm talking about, yeah 

Milwaukee, Wisconsin you funky ass bitch 

As I pull up to the club 

Jumping out of the Jag 

24's still spinning with a dealership tag 

Brand New 

Bright leather guts and pearl blue 

These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe 

But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind 

As I stroll to the front of the VIP line 

Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar 

I got a superstar status, 

so I guess I'm a star 

Haters checking me out 

Now tell me what's that about? 

I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out 

Sipping on the Crystal 

Bitches wanna get wild 

Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style 

These bitches calling, asking where the after party 

The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darlin 

Bring your friends so we can let this party begin 

And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end 

Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line 

Cause you belong to me 

you belong to me, yeah 

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 

Cause now you're mine 

Just pulled up at the club 

I'm fly than a muthafucka 

Damn, why they staring ho, shit I'm the muthafucka 

Not the front door 

We better go through the back 

See, that was back then, now look where we at 

Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep 

You gonna go by 2 or 3 

Before you get to me 

The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?" 

I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur" 

And muthafuck the hater 

It's about this making paper 

And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her 

So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor 

I ain't got love for niggaz if all they try to do is cake her 

I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter 

You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player 

So tell me how you want it 

You riding? Get up on it 

I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real 

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 

Cause you belong to me 

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line 

Cause now you're mine 

Hey, hey bitch 

Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work 

Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon 

Never will I love a bitch 

Why would I trust a bitch? 

Always gonna dog a bitch 

They only good for sucking dick 

Or riding on a nigga cock 

Trying to get a nigga stock 

I'm never gonna break bread 

Not even for a little head 

I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho 

Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor 

You step up, I'll let you know 

It's MOB, BME 

P to the I to the M P 

No, I'm Southside 

Sorry, bitch, you better pay me 

Old school white Lac pimpin like Don Juan 

When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn 

Make these hoes come running like mice for traps 

Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap 

Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch 

If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense 

I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch 

As long as she making me filthy rich 

Took a bunch of pills, drinking on my beers 

Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still 

Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack 

Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm 

Mesmerized by the words thats coming out my mouth 

So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts 

After that I bounce 

To another ho, in a totally different city 

for a whole other show 

They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" 

"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" 

"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?" 

You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again 

I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard" 

That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall 

Cause I have to ball, there's no other way 

Even if the bitch pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day 

Hey bitch sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here) 

Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now) 

Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here) 

Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho) 

Get your ass up 

If you get out line, I'm a slap your eye 

I'm a slap your eye 

I'm a slap your eye 

Better have my money y 

ou better have my money, bitch) 

Cause you signed your name on the dotted line 

So get off your ass and get on the grind 

Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now 

Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I? 

I'm a pimp in every inch of the word 

inch of the verb 

Every inch of the curb 

I'm a hit, like the lottery baby 

Better believe it 

please believe it 

Hey, yeah 

If it's pimping you wanting, pimping you needing 

Everyday from me 

from a real motherfucking pimp 

But bitch that's all I can see 

Any day of the week, when you fucking with me 

If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there 

And make that muthafuckin money 

Rain, sleet or snow 

Rob, steal and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho