Like a Pimp lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Cuts]
Like a pimp

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say b*tch I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster, than these other lil bast*rds can
So I'm digging in my mind for the b*tches I broke
And keep a player Paid in Full cause pimping ain't no joke
You want to pop that pus*y that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
This C.O.D. n*gga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
Original old school rock balling rappers
b*tches still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a n*gga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
Now what the f*ck part of the game taught y'all that b*tch play
See we makes a b*tch pay, like a b*tch weigh
And then a b*tch stay, wouldn't sit still, f*ck how this sh*t feel
This ain't studio pimping, this sh*t real n*gga

[Hook: Pimp C]
I got some b*tches popping pus*y getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a f*ck
I got some b*tches on the corner selling cot
And the game that I got don't stop
I got some young ass n*ggas with the syrup
And you know n*gga always blowing herb
And in the club man you know we stay strapped
And b*tch you know that it ain't about this rap
[Verse 2: Bun B]
To many n*ggas out here buying hoes a meal
n*gga that ain't the way a b*tch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
f*ck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt ho
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a n*gga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a n*gga f*ck around and be the tosser

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Sweet Jones, gripping grain
With all that sh*t you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all n*ggas ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
f*ck where you're from and f*ck how you feel
If you want to go to war I'll take you to war
I got an AK-47 and a TEC in the car

[Hook v2: Pimp C]
I got some b*tches popping pus*y getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a f*ck
I got some b*tches on the corner selling cot
And the game that I got don't stop
I got some young ass n*ggas with the syrup
And you know n*gga always blowing herb
And in the club man you know we stay strapped
And b*tch you know that it ain't about this rap

b*tch n*ggas getting hit in the front
I give a f*ck b*tch you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I'm always trying to put in work, n*ggas wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the f*cking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them f*cking keys
Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, Police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say that pimping dead, never has it left the map
Optimos, a fifth of crown red eyes with a frown
n*ggas with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers
Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt, plastic Glock
Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'mma go pimp a b*tch, I'mma like wicked witch
Always learn to watch your friends, backstabbers cause a snitch
[DJ Paul]
Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing f*cking up these hoes is their f*cking friends
You remember back in day it was n*ggas pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
What the business what the deal man these hoes got me f*cked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh you f*cking with my cheese oh you f*cking with my paper
b*tch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
I ain't mad about my girl licking pus*y with a girl
Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
b*tch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese
Now n*gga now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that bullsh*t b*tch walk (b*tch!)

[Hook v2]

[Outro: Pimp C]
Hold up, hold up
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