Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Pimpin', artist - Charlie Wilson. Album song Bridging the Gap Remastered, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 13.11.2000
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Big Pimpin' |
| Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot |
| My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block |
| Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe |
| Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop |
| Seen my little homey Style who I ain’t seen in a while |
| Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine |
| Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice |
| Got a quarter pound of bud so I’m fucked up two |
| Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve |
| Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I’m all-in |
| Conversated then I dug the ho out |
| I fixed me some food, then boned the hell out |
| Two A.M. |
| on the dizot, I pause and I stizop |
| I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked |
| Now I’m high as a kite |
| Yeahh, and I’m feelin alright |
| Four A.M. |
| as I stoll back to my crib |
| To see what’s with my woman and my newborn kid |
| With my mind on my money and my money on my mind |
| We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch! |
| I was at the park one day, that’s when I saw her face |
| She looked kind of cavi to me |
| But when I take her home, and tap that ass I’m gone |
| I’m just a dog don’t blame me |
| Now do I love them hoes? |
| (HELL NAW!) |
| And why is that? |
| (Because you’re Snoop Doggy Dogg!) |
| And you never gave a fuck about a bitch; |
| Cause to you, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks |
| Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah |
| Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg |
| Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo' |
| Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a ho |
| Hittin all the spots but I’m comin up blank |
| I’m headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank |
| Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I |
| Puts my nine double-M to my side, as I |
| Continue with my mission |
| Pussy is my dish and I’m fishin, wishin |
| Upon a star, to come up on some ends |
| Pushin caviar, and a little bit of pussy |
| So I can get my pimp on |
| Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone |
| I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights |
| And the bitch didn’t freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it |
| I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun |
| And the bitch didn’t drip, smear, or run |
| As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags |
| I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable |
| For I have yet not got a refill, for her |
| I love her that’s why she keeps, performing for me |
| I have pimped my pen… and she is number one, in my stable |
| Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day |
| Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his pay |
| Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure (fo sho) |
| Dripping willows on satin pillows |
| Love is being checked, from a ho |
| Dead presidents still getting their fuck on |
| I’m so happy because ain’t nothing like a lollipop |
| That gets sucked, ALL day long |
| A tangy, little candy drop |
| I love it when she brings me the pay |
| Dedicated like everyday… to the sunshine |
| Yeah my ho brings me mine |
| For like she said she’d do it |
| And I believed her when I accepted |
| Yeah I got pimp bones in my body |
| And I rock them, like la-di-da-di |
| I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di |
| I got pimp bones in my body |