[Intro — Talking] Hey, mane… The reason she can’t stand me? ’Cause she ain’t got nothin’ to hand me! Ha-ha! Pimp Stank, mane… How ’bout it? [Hook] The reason she can’t stand me, ’Cause she ain’t got nothin’ to hand me, I ain’t beggin’, baby, understand me, Come correct when you come around Sammy. Purse first, that’s the conversation, Game strong, no explanation, If you can’t afford it, then avoid it, Real player game—you can’t destroy it. [Verse 1] Imma serve this game for the rest of my life, mane, Let the game ride shotgun, let the game be my wife, mane. I been smooth with it, never had to pretend, Make your next move your best move when you step in. Come taste the rainbow, see a different flavor, Get around Big P, feel a different behavior, I ain’t sellin’ no dreams, I’m givin’ game with it, But if you open that purse, put some change with it. Put it in my pocket, watch the difference overnight, Walked in lookin’ regular, leave feelin’ dynamite. Knowledge ain’t free, better listen when I speak, What you learn around a player might upgrade your whole week. [Hook] The reason she can’t stand me, ’Cause she ain’t got nothin’ to hand me, I ain’t beggin’, baby, understand me, Come correct when you come around Sammy. Purse first, that’s the conversation, Game strong, no explanation, If you can’t afford it, then avoid it, Real player game—you can’t destroy it. [Verse 2] I’m Mr. How-Bout-It, mane, stamped in Tennessee, She said, “What you bringin’?” I said, “Baby, bring it to me.” No confusion in the choosin’, know exactly what you pick, Ain’t no college teach this knowledge, this that player-type shit. I can show you a level you ain’t never been before, But don’t come knockin’ empty-handed at a player’s door. I ain’t chasin’, I’m replacin’, keep my Stacy Adams clean, Southern player, Memphis made, Cadillac-machine. She mad ’cause I won’t fold, Mad ’cause the game too cold, Mad ’cause I told that truth That somebody should’ve told. You can love me, you can hate me, Either way you understand: If you ain’t got nothin’ for Big P— What the hell you got to hand? [Breakdown — Talking] Dig this here, mane… Don’t come to play—come to pay. And if you can’t afford it… Avoid it. Ain’t it, mane? [Final Hook] That’s the reason she can’t stand me, She ain’t got nothin’ to hand me, Pimp Stank—Memphis, Tennessee, Make your next move your best move when you choose Big P. Purse first, that’s the conversation, Player first—no hesitation, She came around mad, left understanding: You can’t hate the game ’cause you came empty-handed! [Outro] How ’bout it, mane? Pimp Stank… P State of Mind. Memphis Pimpin’, Tennessee. If you can’t afford it… avoid it.
