50 CENT
PIMP
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
P-I-M-P
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club,
she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later,
have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up
out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I
want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a
date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to
be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a
ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it
all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should
call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em,
they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I
stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they
cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga
pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't
gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the
street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she
always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with
put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket,
I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs
for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't
paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
[Chorus]
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say
there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness
like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast,
but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for
you to catch up, BITCH
IN DA CLUB
In Da Club
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like
it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you
into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't
into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20
knives in the club
Niggas
heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna
show me love
When you sell like Eminem,
and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down,
G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa
or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont
walk wit a limp
In the hood, in
They like me, I want them to
love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling
my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin to get
bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up
and I ain't changed
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I
thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga
trying to pull me back right?
When my joint get to pumpin
in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch,
if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie,
I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head
switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let
'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act
like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga,
its about to pop off nigga
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