Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimps, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Comin Out Hard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Record label: CRF
Song language: English
Pimps |
Ah yea |
Eightball &MJG in the muthafuckin 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 |
niggas don’t do this shit right |
it takes a special kind of nigga |
you know what I’m sayin |
yeah |
It takes a nigga dat hard from the start |
you gotta have heart |
to meet a bitch, mack hard down, then rip her apart |
it’s all in the game, a nigga can’t change |
if you don’t break a bitch |
then your game is lame man |
see I’m from Tennesee |
wit curls and gold teeth |
so every were I go, bitchs 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 a man, seen as a nigga speak |
that deep voice just make a bitch 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, call the freak beat |
It’s my nigga baby mama, but sometimes I creap |
that’s just the way it is, niggas have to take a chance |
when you ain’t around, anybody could be in dat ass |
But I just a young nigga, 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 niggas like me pimps |
Ya that’s right |
we trying to teach all these lames, you know |
how to do this shit |
cause it’s really a hard job |
but them lame niggas |
they make me get so high |
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 nigga about the m-o-n-e-y |
see a hoe, break a hoe |
and try to influence the bitch, to a trick the nigga who |
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too |
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin |
surrounded by all these hoes |
that’s going and givin me money |
it’s funny how a hoe can make you think she wit ya when all the time |
she’s just another niggas gold digger |
MJG got a bitch for a rich trick |
take care of your business |
bring me the money, ya this shit is thick |
hoe don’t violate, bitch 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 nigga |
just some shit in the game, same-o-same |
to make you pimpin thicker |
slicker the pimpin gets, freaker gets the bitch |
MJG is rich, I’m coe-coe for this tricks |
I pimp |
Ya that’s right baby |
I pimp |
so uh, what you need to do is sat dat ass there |
and uh, right about now, I bout to fire up one of these spliffs |
and get so high |
(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 bitch, fuck 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 bitchs in the world wit much game |
lession two |
watch dat hoe, don’t trust her wit none of yo dough |
never let a bitch know, how you much yo cash flow |
lession three |
if you don’t tell dat hoe who is boss |
bitchs like to run shit |
but end up getting smacked in the mouth |
see a real nigga 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 niggas get pussy whipped and fall into them love bugs |
buying hoes this, buying hoes that |
then bragging to your friends |
how you fucked her from back |
never how you took they cash, never how you beat they ass |
never how you pull hoes, fuck them, then dropping fast |
I don’t understand your plan at all man |
but you should be around niggas like me pimps |
Ya man |
this niggas is a trip, you know what I’m sayin |
but niggas like me, I have to smoke them spliffs |
to get my mind off dat shit, and when I smoke um' |
I get so high |
Wherever there’s a hoe |
there’s bound to be a pimp |
the pimp supplys his bitchs wit some tricks |
dat they can tempt |
a sucker will spend his money, till he ain’t got nothin left |
instead of blamming the bitch, he needs to blame it on himself |
it wouldn’t be hoe, if it wasn’t for the tricks |
but I suggest we keep em', so a pimp can keep his bitch |
It needs to be understand, there wouldn’t be one without the other |
so why the fuck these folks keep trying to sweat a muthafucka |
jealous suckers just mad!!! |
they can’t hang with the pimp thang, looking to sprinkle some salt |
in a pimps game |
how in the fuck do you figure pimpin is dead when nigga 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 niggas never run a Amtrain |
rearrange shit dat they done seen in a movie script |
dam ain’t dat a bitch, niggas like me pimp |
MJ fuckin G, P-I-M-P |
staying down on this pimpin bout’these hoes |
but some niggas fuck shit up for real niggas |
and dat shit just makes me get so high |