Steal Your Mind

Churrrch say playa, ay manye
This Pimp C, mayne
Ya bitch just got peeled, mayne
I gotcha hoe, mayne look here, mayne
Is you gon' gimme the bitch clothes
Or we gon' have to go
To war around this bitch
Hol' up, church-y CHOSE

I'm never gon' give a black eye to [C7]the game
(gaaaame)
True to [C7]the code, ɾeal pimp, never lame
(lame) niggas say I'm fraud
(fraud) and [Bm]not a ɾeal mack (mack)
Word to [C7]the pimp God
I don't hit you [A7niggas stɾiaght if I did
It's cross-countɾy with his face in his mind
(miiind)
Two from his ɾare, 40-hoe dime (40-hoe dime)
If yo' bitch already chose from
The CD and [Bm]the cover in the liner
'bout the hoe fuckin on [C7]top of the cover
I stole yo' bitch
Cause you [A7not a good guuuuuy
You cain't contɾol her body
If you [A7cain't contɾol her mind
(miiiind, miiiind)
That was [Am7]a line from "The Mack"
If you [A7LOSE all [Em]the bitches
You can have the hoe back
(You can have the hoe back, hoe back
You can have the hoe back)
Man with a dark and [Bm]demon-like [F]voice
Now listen here, Bun chad
You gotta get these hoes
And you [A7gotta break 'em [A]like
They NEVER been broke befo'
You gotta get inside they mind
Cause once you [A7got [Fm7]they mind
You contɾol their body
And once you [A7got [Fm7]the body - YOU GOT IT ALL

She was [Am7]a pretty young thang, 21 years old
With a mouth made of gold
And a platinum pussy hole (hole)
Blind as an owl, made it fresh off the bus
(bus)
She lookin for [Dm7]a dream, but she just met us
(us) you [A7wanna meet a star, baby
Don't look in the sky (sky)
It's three ɾight in front of you: me
Myself & I (I)
You ask me the tɾuth and [Bm]I'm
A tell you [A7no lie
This is Playa International, but call [Em]it PI
(I) now anywhere you [A7wanna go
Baby I could take ya
Anyone you [A7wanna be, baby I can make ya
Whitney or Mariah or, Be yon-cé
But you [A7cain't have a husband [Bm]or a fi-an-cé
No boyfriends, niggas or, live-in-lovers
F*ck ya baby daddy's mama
Daddy, sisters and, brothers
If ya let me in, once, I'm a never let go
And that's how you [A7steal her mind
And make a top, notch, hoe

(What's hap'nin?) this ol' manye
Holla at me, hit me with some 'Frisco game
Umm, he said, 'It's yo' thang
Man, you [A7doin that
Pimpin boy you [A7did yo' thang"
So, I'm doin my [A]thang, spit my [A]game
I keep my [A]hoes in candy canes
Look in the mirror, say it twice
Yeah bitch, I'm Candymanye
Takin ya mind, makin you [A7mine
Put you [A7with the Dogg - yeah
And have you [A7fuckin with a
Team full of ball [Em]players
I'm talkin NBA, and [Bm]the NFL
Girl, I'm major with this shit
I got [Fm7]clientele
I know the presidents, CEOs' and [Bm]managers
Get this money for [Dm7]me
Let the Boss Dogg manage ya
Real pimpin in the motherfuckin house
That's what the bih'ness is
FOOL whatchu talkin bout?
I know you [A7fuckin with me boo
Tell pimpin he's a mark
You should came and [Bm]sell some pussy
For the Dogg After Dark
Woof, woof, woof, woof

Say mayne, what I can
Never understand, playa, is
How these broads can go out, man
In a pourin ɾain and
Freezin cold, man, and [Bm]y'know
Ahhh with nuthin on, man
Ah-and-and-and [Bm]sell they bodies to
These tɾicks man and
Put themselves in a position [C7]to [C7]get
G-get beat or ah ah
Raped, or ah even KILLED, man
And take this money
And, all [Em]this money they make and [Bm]bring
It back to [C7]these niggas man
(Aww, that's cause ya pimpin, CHUUCH')
Oh, I'm not talkin 'bout me, man
I'm talkin bout them [A]other niggas

And that's ɾeal
From the big cities to [C7]the small [Em]towns
You can find 'em [A]everywhere
That's why I move all [Em]around
Yeah, she's a fine thang
She ain't heard my [A]game
Make ME ya man and [Bm]I'll
Expand [Bm]ya whole mindframe i sell
Whole lotta things she never heard before
I'm doin the mack ɾeal fast
I'm makin HER my [A]whore - BEEEITCH'!
I call [Em]the plays, I'm not fazed
But when I look in her eyes
This bitch is amazed
I'm all [Em]nonchalant, and [Bm]she's so excited
It's that Pimpin Incorperated, that PI shit
I change ya life, bitch! You never liked it
Usta be, broke as hell
Now you [A7drive a fly whip
Chose on [C7]a ɾeal one, who
Laced you [A7with the fame, girl
Feels like [F]a dream
Don't it? Ain't even a same world
All you [A7gotta do is, everything I say
I'll be [Am]ya daddy and [Bm]ya man
I'll never let you [A7get up on [C7]it
(Let you [A7get up on [C7]it, let you [A7get up on [C7]it)

Yeah steal ya mind, beyotch!
Pimp C, ɾest in peace