Don’t Fight Da Pimpin’ lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't get mad when you see me with my prostitute
I see in time it takes a toll on you square ass dudes
I can't believe the power I possess that makes you so mad
If it ain't the pimp music, it's the game I have
You know how stupid you look at me when you hatin, my friend?
I'll prolly have to blast yo ass if I see you again
You on a bus stop pushin that b*tch till it came
You say goodbye for 30 minutes cause you gots no game
Who you talkin to like that, don't question me hoe
You the b*tch in kindergarten
That got her mouth washed out with soap
Ho I'm a pimp I'm from Pomona I got game I got class
I got sucker-repellent on me homie I'll beat yo ass
I hear you pimpin now, huh?
Well ain't that nice
Ain't never sent a prostitute nowhere a day in your life
And tell your homies I was at a music grinding
With my prostitutes standing right out front
Then tellin me where you had yours punk

[Hook]
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
n*gga don't, fight the pimpin
[Verse 2]
Her name was b*tch
Cause she f*cked for free
But not when Suga met her man
Not after f*ckin with me
Oh no, cause either you gon be a run-down-the-hill-and-get-some b*tch
Or walk-down-the-hill-and-get-em-all hustler
So come on
With ya bad self in high heels on
Some on
Lips, hips, fingertips on the stroll
Come on
Respect the game b*tch
You do as you're told
Cause I been pimpin prostitutes since 17 years old
Done seen LP, Central cell, Warren Y, AY, A-Cap, Miller, Cleopatra, Camp Rocky, alpha ball cap graduated from state
And got my game from all the freaks gonna wreck my case
It's my prerogative
Run my game b*tch and it's gonna come back
Pimp pimp pimp pimp pimp pimp P-I-M-P positive
Look for the holder knock (knock)
Give her the sugar lock (lock)
Get at the ho, spit at the ho
Now I got ho on the c*ck (c*ck)

[Hook]
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
Don't, fight the pimpin'
n*gga don't, fight the pimpin
[Verse 3]
Now how fine do I gotta get?
To have a prostitute servin me the way she do
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I wanna wait 5 years to give you the blues
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I kick it with her would gettin bang n*gga what's my name
Now how fine do I gotta get?
If I jack off with a sock in the sunshine homie
And you see that yellow spot
I'm a full-fledged pimp
I made two hoes faint
But I'mma listen to yo ass say what I can and I can't?
f*ck that! Man this Laneway, straight from the dirt
And I'll beat a b*tch ass till she respects my work
Old tired ass n*gga don't see she wanna be snatched
And wonder why them b*tches leavin with no dap and no snacks
And rather sit here with no cigarettes and no beer
Complainin about how you can't pay yo bills
And the b*tch right here

[Hook]