Pimp On lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players (For sure lil' one)

[Verse 1: Baby]
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these n*ggas ain't playing
Twenty inch, change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car, steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides, my n*gga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vette
Going to the MGM six to point n*gga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chickens and I'm fronting 'em out
Got 5 bad b*tches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with eight size a Jag with six
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell phone satellite I love this sh*t
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you b*tch, Playboy
[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players

[Verse 2: Mannie Fresh]
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quarter
And put about ten inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. n*gga, nothin' less n*gga
Running in a race with me, you gotta catch your breath n*gga
I love sex n*gga, got a complex n*gga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts n*gga
Y'all doing good lil' one, I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a sh*t her
Doing like it should be done, I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun, up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby, I don't need 'em
Ask a b*tch or ask a hoe just how I treat 'em
You handcuffing these broads, bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession, like
[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players (Huh bro)

[Verse 3: Baby]
Catch me getting out my Rover with ice all over
With a pair of black Girbauds, and some fresh white soldiers
I'm the number one hoe, b*tch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a sh*t in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty b*tches, my man
It's that Hot Boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate, doing donuts in my Ferrari
[Verse 4: Mannie Fresh]
Now, why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since '83
Ask your mamma and they mammas, sonny, they know me
Number one reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog b*tch check us
I heard you gone pursue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her

[Outro]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
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