ترانه:
Los Tricos

I'm still a pimp I don't really want ya but I just pretend 'Cause I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them Trick daddy won

It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets So I don't go, unless

okay what's up? Shut up Okay, who's the baddest bitch Been real, been rich, been done had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick

'Posed to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing

Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic I just might have to toss this

but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Oh, Oh, Ho You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Trick Daddy Had another baby

[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,

[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want

day a nigga lean back This how a nigga show you real love A dedication to them real thugs Cause we the last one's livin' [Chorus: (repeat 2x) Trick