I don’t know what you heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
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 & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her ’cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that #ss up in the Ramada
Them trick n#gg#s in her ear saying they think about her
I got the b#tch 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 New York
I ain’t that n#gg# trying to holla ’cause I want some head
I’m that n#gg# trying to holla ’cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
b#tch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You f#cking with me, you f#cking with a P-I-M-P
I don’t know what you heard about me (woo)
But a b#tch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don’t know what you’ve heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm ’cause I’m a G
And I’m a motherf#cking C-R-I-P
I don’t know what you’ve heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I’m a G
And I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
Yeah b#tch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I’m ’bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin’ gon’ die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I’m down with that n#gg# 50 like I down with blue
F*ck cuz, nah n#gg#, motherf#ck you
G-u-n-i-tizzy, f#ckin’ with me and the D-P-Gizzy
n#gg#s in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my n#gg#s in Queens, I got my b#tches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain’t f#ckin’ around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)
That’s waitin’ on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my sh#t in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to Crippin’
And spittin’ this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'(pimpin’)
I don’t know what you’ve heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I’m a G
‘Cause I’m a motherf#cking C-R-I-P
I don’t know what you’ve heard about me
But a b#tch can’t get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm ’cause I’m a G (yeah, ay)
And I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
You need to switch over and ride with a star, it’ll get you far
I’m a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I’m young, but I ain’t dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain’t one
I’m a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em’ do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it’s a hundred degrees
I keep em’ on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain’t gotta give em’ much, they happy with Mickey D’s, pimp
We keep it pimpin’ in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old schools, white walls with mink floors (c’mon)
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em’ dizzy
Hand cuff her if you love her or your girl comin’ with me
When your neck and wrist glow (What?), She already should know (what?)
That money make the world go ’round, so lets get mo’
It’s time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you might could be one, G-UNIT
I don’t know what you heard about me (yeah)
But a b#tch can’t get a dollar out of me (woo)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see (uh-huh)
That I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
I don’t know what you heard about me (uh-huh)
But a b#tch can’t get a dollar out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf#cking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, “There’s no business like show business”
In the hood they say, “There’s no business like ho business”, you know?
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, b#tch
Yeah
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Lloyd Banks – Outro
Lloyd Banks Lyrics – P.I.M.P. (Snoop Dogg Remix)