Shhh
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, come closer
(Come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Like a pimp on your ass
I hope I offended your ass
Hoe playin pretend with your ass
Burst your bubble like a pimple, my bad
Chicken little, throw em out the window like a demo
Camo black on black, I keep it simple
That No Genre on me, only symbol
Distracting the shit out your ass
Terms and conditions your ass
Better remember me right
If I disappear Copperfield on your ass
Now run like the pigs on your ass
And they got evidence to pin on your ass
30 years on your ass
I don't even remember your ass
Barking up the wrong tree
Beating around the wrong bush
Reading off the wrong page
Reading out the wrong book
It ain't a big deal to your ass
If it don't make no sense to your ass
I say I'm all about peace
But I'll still smack the shit out your ass
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, come closer
(Come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Hold on to your horses
Stay looking for an O-Z like I'm Dorothy
These niggas ain't as hard as they record us
You just a gangster on Pro Tools
You faker than O'doul's
Can't nobody here extort me
We, we ain't dating, we recordin
Pimping stiff as rigamortis
Probably from counting bands and drinking 40's
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, I got a secret
Shhh, come closer
(Come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass
Smack some sense in your ass
Writer/s: Bobby Ray Simmons
