I don't know what you heard about me
But a ** 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
I don't know what you heard about me
But a ** 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
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 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 ** up in the Ramada
Them ** ** in her ear saying they think about her
I got the ** 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 ** trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that ** trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
** hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You ** with me, you ** with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me woo
But a ** 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
Ruh-ch-ch-ch-ch-emix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a ** can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm a mutha **in' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a ** can't get a chrome up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm an' I'm a G
And I'm a mutha **in' P-I-M-P
Yeah **, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gon' die
12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that ** 50 like I'm down with blue
** 'cuz nah ** motha ** you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, **in' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
** in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my ** in Queens, I got my **es Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't **in' around
I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
Down That's waiting on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out
And put my ** in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to cripping
And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimping
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a ** can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm an' I'm a G
Cause I'm a mutha **in' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a ** can't get a chrome up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G
And I'm a mutha **in' 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
Missin' some **s, 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 if it's a hundred degrees
I keep 'em on their knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go dirty dirty
We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know what
That money make the world go round, so lets get mog
It's time to show these playas how it should be done
I don't know what you heard about me yeah
But a ** can't get a dollar out of me woo
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see uh huh
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me uh huh
But a ** can't get a dollar out of me yea
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
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, **
Hahaha
Yeah