[Intro: Skinny Pimp]
The skinny pimp and MVP brings to you the youngest hardest rapper from Humes Junior high: Lil Gin

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
Once again, It's Lil Gin, bangin' at your fucking door
Open it, them folks up after me, where can i hide ho
N***as can't shoot craps or drink a pint [?]
Helicopter scopin' 13 year old bound for stc
Blow a junt, lets get drunk [?]
Eyeball bloodshot red as hell, meanin' full of fuckin herb
Young n***as poppin cones, hoes say my dick is long
Jealous n***as hate this shit, made me wanna shoot my tone
The pimpin's in my nature, it made me wanna beat at the
Bitch that I fuck with, until she start to charge a trick
Lil Gin, drinkin', the Cognac keepin' me ready to pull the trigger
I'm happy, don't fuck with a n***a that's kinda like full
Step up, watch the buckshots hit the sissy punk
Fall on your motherfuckin face, 12-gauge pump
Lame ass n***as can't fuck with a nutcase
Too late, no escape, young n***as heavyweight

[Interlude: Skinny Pimp]
Ah yeah, the skinny n***a introducing the youngest hardest n***a
Lil Gin once again bitch, he's back, y'all know what time it is

[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
Rollin in my pimpin' ain't no tellin what I'm finna do
My beeper just stop beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap, just in case these n***as stangin'
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin down the highway on my way I'm drinkin Alizé
Sprayin' that cherry spray
I'm blowin' my heater while I'm chiefin' hay
Made it to my designation, then I grip my cellular
N***a where yo' ass at, then I load my fuckin' gat
Lookin' through my rear view then a shawty pulled up next to me
Steppin' out the car kinda slow, with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once i reached in I see, n***as that I know all with them tecs
Thinkin' kind of fast but reaching slow to grip my fucking gun
Soon as I open my trench (Boom) to my fuckin' arm
They let you know, not to go out like no sucker
But when you dealin' dope, somebody else is on they fuckin' hustle
[Interlude: Skinny Pimp]
Damn Skippy, international pimpin'
[?], all across the world, know what I'm saying?
All kinds of foreigners, put the [?] on [?], everything

[Verse 3: Lil Gin]
Demons in my soul, triple six with no love
Wipe the pistol while the dead bullets are in your head so fuck your boy
I blast you in your ass with this mask
I bl-izz-ast the Tec, then leave your body flat
Worms crawlin', and then I take you to my basement
You stink, then I drink, 'til they wonder where you went
My bitches at the crib with a trick who won't pay up
I told a bitch to get the gun and shoot 'em in his nuts
Now focus on this action taking place up at the crib
This n***a full of bullets, so they wonder, will he live
Bullets went to flames, leaving brains in the toilet
The bitch then caught a murder charge, so she ain't even important
I smoked then I thought about a stang I wanted to make
I think I gotta shoot this punk ass n***a in his face
I'm fuckin' with him though, I creeped up on a ho
I asked him where the dope, but he don't even I know
This n***a block was full of paramedics on the scene
I made the bitch burn, cause' she was sweatin' the mane
The mayor, swayor, so now I gotta [?]
Pussy and dough, baddabo, I'm bail
I robbed a lot of n***as, I let the bullets blast
Hot shots laying down, now drop it off your ass
[Outro: Skinny Pimp]
Ah yeah, the writer bring it to Lil Gin and Lil Gin bring it you hoes
Know what I'm sayin'?
I hate my bitches, I hate the hoes, I hate the player-haters
And once again baby, we back up in the house
For the '95