Pimps lyrics

(Eightball)
Ah yea
Eightball & MJG in the muthaf*ckin house
We came here today to talk to about this thing
Called pimpin
It has been misunderstood over the years
So now we have come to set the record straight
n*ggas don't do this sh*t right
It takes a special kind of n*gga
You know what I'm sayin
Yeah

It takes a n*gga dat hard from the start
You gotta have heart
To meet a b*tch, mack her down, then rip her apart
It's all in the game, a n*gga can't change
If you don't break a b*tch
Then your game is lame man
See I'm from Tennesee
Wit curls and gold teeth
So every were I go, b*tchs strike up conversations wit me
About the way I talk, about the way I dress, about
How my gold teeth look so fresh
See how I bait 'em in soon as a n*gga speak
That deep voice just make a b*tch knees weak
I'm in my cadallic, chillin like a fatmack
Smoking on a fat sac, drinkin' on a pint of yac
I pick up my car phone, cause a freak beeped
It's my n*gga's baby mama, but sometimes I creep
That's just the way it is, n*ggas have to take a chance
When you ain't around, anybody could be in dat ass
But I just a young n*gga, trying to make a dolla
And they way I live, to some it's hard to swalla
See livin' down south ain't what you think it be
Nine times out of ten n*ggas like me
Pimps
Ya that's right
We trying to teach all these lames, you know
How to do this sh*t
Cause it's really a hard job
But them lame n*ggas
They make me get so high

(Chorus)

I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
I get so high
And I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground

(MJG)

Now let me explain a pimp
A n*gga about the m-o-n-e-y
See a ho, break a ho
And try to influence the b*tch to turn a trick for the n*gga who
Persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
Now how in the f*ck do you think a pimp is slippin
Surrounded by all these hoes
That's going and givin me money
It's funny how a ho can make you think she wit ya
When all the time
She's just another n*ggas gold digger
MJG got a b*tch for a rich trick
Take care of your business
Bring me the money, ya this sh*t is thick
Ho don't violate, b*tch I know I taught you better
Take all of cash, grab on his ass
Write dat trick a love letter
Train your woman to break a man
Man meeting another n*gga
Just some sh*t in the game, same-o-same
To make you pimpin thicker
Slicker the pimpin gets, freakier gets the b*tch
MJG is rich, I'm coo-coo for these tricks
I pimp
Ya that's right baby
I pimp
So uh, what you need to do is set dat ass out
And uh, right about now, I bout to fire up one of these spliffs
And get so high

(Chorus) 2x

(Eightball)

Part 2
It's all the same G
Trying to school fools, on this P-I-M-P
Lession one
First you should pull a b*tch, f*ck her good
Next time tell her no, the next time take her dough
Oh, you better watch your back to man
Cause there's alot of b*tchs in the world wit much game
Lession two
Watch dat ho, don't trust her wit none of yo dough
Never let a b*tch know, how you make yo cash flow
Lession three
If you don't tell dat ho who is boss
b*tchs like to run sh*t
But end up getting smacked in the mouth
See a real n*gga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push they head into the wall until you hear dat crackin sound
Drown in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
Some n*ggas get pus*y whipped and fall into them love bugs
Buying hoes this, buying hoes that
Then bragging to your friends
How you f*cked her from back
Never how you took they cash, never how you beat they ass
Never how you pull hoes, f*ck them, then drop them fast
I don't understand your plan at all man
But you should be around n*ggas like me
Pimps
Ya man
This n*ggas is a trip, you know what I'm sayin
But n*ggas like me, I have to smoke them spliffs
To get my mind off dat sh*t, and when I smoke um'
I get so high

(Chorus) 2x

Wherever there's a ho
There's bound to be a pimp
The pimp supplys his b*tchs wit some tricks
Dat they can tempt
A sucker will spend his money, till he ain't got nothin left
Instead of blamming the b*tch, he needs to blame it on himself
It wouldn't be ho, if it wasn't for the tricks
But I suggest we keep em', so a pimp can keep his b*tch
It needs to be understood, there wouldn't be one without the other
So why the f*ck these folks keep trying to sweat a muthaf*cka
Jealous suckers just mad!!!
They can't hang with the pimp thang, looking to sprinkle some salt
In a pimps game
How in the f*ck do you figure pimpin is dead when n*gga you know it's alive
Pimpin is misunderstood by those who can't, that's why they said it died
Others tried pimpin, but were only makin chump change
One track minded n*ggas never run a Amtrain
Rearrange sh*t dat they done seen in a movie script
Dam ain't dat a b*tch, n*ggas like me
Pimp

MJ f*ckin G, P-I-M-P
Staying down on this pimpin bout' these hoes
But some n*ggas f*ck sh*t up for real n*ggas
And dat sh*t just makes me get so high

(Chorus) 5x