Pimp Like Me lyrics

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Truth Hurts


[Intro: Eminem, Bizarre & (Dina Rae)]
G-sh*t
Whattup (Mm-m)
I gotta tell you motherf*ckers the truth (O-oh)
This is straight G-sh*t (Ah)
And all you can do is respect it, so
(Ohh)

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis]
Well I'mma state my name, Swift McVay (Ha)
None of y'all n*ggas got sh*t to say (Yeah)
Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed running things my way (Yeah)
A selfish man, the back of the hand
Be slapping the hell out of hoes because I can (What?)
Prostitute, I want my loot
And I don't give a f*ck about your broke-ass man and (Yeah)
Y'all giving n*ggas what they needing (Yeah)
'Till b*tches understand I'm mean and
Swift McVay is, blowing up
Courvosier 'til I'm throwing up
Wanna playa hate me, b*tch so what?
What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks?
All you wanna do is wanna stick him up
You wanna rob me but I got too much (Hah)
D12, naturally lifted
You n*ggas better duck when I c*ck the biscuit
You f*ck wit me, I f*ck wit you
Your entourage, n*gga f*ck them too
I got grenades
What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops getting mad cause I paid 'em off (What?), made 'em cough (Yeah)
Blood and sh*t (Hah)
That's what the hell you motherf*ckers get, we runs this b*tch?
So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to f*ck (Aware)
If you want head, then prepare to suck (Do it)
Even if the n*gga don't care to nut
For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks
Respect the game, you just a sl*t
So open your legs up and get my duck, b*tch
[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
Go get my dough
Go bring me my dough
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
(I work for you, baby!)

[Verse 2: Proof, Eminem & (Dina Rae)]
I don't spit game, no longer than my name
The way my chain hang, my nuts do the same
Don't pay pus*y, pus*y pay me (Aha)
b*tch, sl*t, whore or lady (Yup)
And knowing the fact, I was born to mack
That's why I got a ho in the back, blowing my sac
Got good game, that's a hood thang
What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang?
Let 'em all bang, run that cheese
Tell that trick n*gga (Come back please!)
Rob a L7, that's a square
You my bottom ho, you got to know (O-oh, o-oh)
Off you I plan to make a lot of dough
So suck fast b*tch, and swallow slow
{​​*swish-slap-swish*}​​ (Ah! Ah!) b*tch quit talking back
{​​*swish-slap-swish*}​​ (Ah! Ah!) Now walk the track
[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
I don't pay for ass, you pump my gas
You get slapped when we're short of cash
I get whiplash when I hit the gas
And I holla out the window of the hatch
Where's my scratch? b*tch, that's, it
Suck it stroke it make me rich
As a token of my appreciation it's
Another client for you to hit
I don't give a f*ck if you gotta go home to the kids
You shoulda picked another occupation, trick
Now you're stuck with me, f*ck with me
And I'mma slap you up in this truck
You must be out your mind or something
Crying and whining like you tired or something
Go suck some head until it aches for buffering
You don't work? You make nothing
I'm just another case of a lazy husband

[Verse 4: Kuniva & (Dina Rae)]
I want the paper stack
Buy you an outfit, then take it back (Yeah)
When you page me, b*tch, I never page you back
You only act a certain way that I make you act (Whattup)
Hoes recognize, and n*ggas do too
Cause they realize that n*ggas do shoot
Don't like a chick that act too cute
b*tch hold my gat down when I shoot hoop (Oh, yeah)
And don't be asking me, all kind of questions
All harassing me, calling stressing (Yeah)
Or I may have to release some aggression
Beat you to death and teach you a lesson
Looking for handouts like you my damn spouse
Pull your pants down and f*ck my mans now
Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house
Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch
(Woah, woah, woah, wo-ah)
[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
Bring me my dough
Go get me my dough
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
('Cause I work for you, baby!)

[Verse 5: Bizarre & (Dina Rae)]
Sell that pus*y
Sell that pus*y, b*tch
Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich (Wo-ah, woah)
You gotta itch, you f*cking dirty b*tch
Now get on the corner, and start sucking some di*ks
n*ggas want pus*y, and I need cash
So mom, get out there and start selling yo' dirty ass
Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em
f*ck it; I'll let you hear one of my victims:
("Somebody help! I'm on 7 Mile and Muriel...")
Shut up, b*tch, you talk too much!
Now you about to get f*cked in your dirty butt!
You never seen a pimp like me, out here whoring
Shut your f*cking mouth and you'll be out by the morning
Cause I'm the dirtiest pimp, you ever heard of
Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (b*tch!)
Go suck di*k at a bachelor party
So what if you on your period? Blood never hurt nobody

[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
You just a ho
You just my ho
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
Give me my dough
Go bring me my dough
Dirty-ass ho
I'm yo' pimp, you my b*tch
('Cause I work for you, baby!)

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae]
You just a ho
You just a ho
That's all you is ho, ho, ho
You just a dirty-ass b*tch
A dirty-ass, nasty-ass, stinky-ass, filthy-ass, stanky-ass b*tch
(Mm-oo-ooh, oo-ooh-oo-oh) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (La-ah-ahh-ahh-ahh)
But I love you (Ah-ha-ha-ha) Kim (M-m)

[Outro: Rondelle Beene]
And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimping
You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen
You ever seen in yo' god damn life
Yo, this is Rondell Beene on the scene
And we keep the pus*y-holes smiling, because we always wilding
You know what I'm sayin'? f*ck all what everybody else talking about
We let you know right here
Big pimping, it ain't dead, we love getting head, in a dirty-ass bed
That's just what we do
You know we was throwing heroin pimp parties back in 1968
The pus*y is all great
I'll see you at eight, b*tch
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