P.I.M.P. lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Man I swear I'll dog a b*tch out
She gonna f*ck a spark out her ass
She gonna reach in her cot
And she gonna come up with all my cash
She put that paper in my pocket everyday
I keep it pimping push the clip in the AK
When these n*ggas want to cut my throat
n*ggas stepping on my toes
This my stroll, these my hoes
n*gga this what I die for
This lifestyle, these fly clothes
These sportscars exotic
She rolling up, I'm driving
I'm in sixth gear, I'm wiling
My money sure is rollick
I got a couch in my closet
I sit down and plan my outfit
I'm sharp as a razor, out here
I be pulling hoes, macking hard
pus*y selling like drug b*tch
Complements of my bottom b*tch
'Cause her head game is that dope sh*t

[Hook]
P-I-M-P
P-I-M-P
Put that paper in my pocket, paper in my pocke
Put, put that paper in my pocket, paper in my pocket
(x2)
[Verse 2: Boogz Boogetz]
I keep these b*tches on a stroll
Paper never fold
Every time they pass they got to pay me like a toll
You can't see me I'm too fly
Everyday I'm on a roll
Put that paper in my pocket 'cause I'm pimping all these hoes
Yeah n*gga I'm that paid
White b*tch she nasty
She said she want to get money
So I put the hoe on back pay
From L.A. to Atlanta
I ain't trying to hit that slammer
Better pay respect, got to take the check
Then make a step like tap dancers
Styrofoam full of cough syrup
I ain't talking no NyQuil
Think you f*cking with my team
You must be sniffing that white girl
Shooting dope, P.C.P. or maybe even that bath salt
I hit the club and I'm cashing out
'Cause these hoes selling they ass off

[Hook]