Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pimp Or Die , by - Ice T. Song from the album Gangsta Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.01.2020
Record label: Final Level, Pay Up
Song language: English
Pimp Or Die |
| Yo, all these niggaz out here wanna pimp now, man |
| They done see Bishop Magic Juan |
| They done watch Pimps Up, Hoes Down |
| Niggaz wanna ask me, stop me in traffic asking me questions and shit |
| Man, that’s shit! |
| I pimp a bitch into a brick wall, test my game |
| You niggaz wanna get gangster, gonna test my aim |
| If your bitches outta pocket, got yourself to blame |
| Cause I’m a motherfucking pimp, Iceberg’s the name |
| I mack a bitch into a coma with I roll up on her |
| Get my brain up in her my brain, make her hook and love the corner |
| Lot of y’all niggaz claim to kick it, but you’re weak to me |
| So you chillie ass pimps, don’t even speak to me |
| Known to be the coldest nigga, Cadillac track mack |
| Smack the fucking whore unconscious if my trap ain’t fat |
| Whoring is from the hip, pimping is from the lip |
| So nigga grab your dick and chop some fucking game of a bitch |
| And stop stopping me in traffic, asking how I do it |
| The pimp game is in my blood, nigga, thought you knew it |
| You ain’t cutting like this nigga, let me tell you why! |
| I asked God to let me pimp or let me die! |
| Pimp or die |
| I knocked fifty whores last week, twenty fell off |
| I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft |
| I left ten down the reign, but only one was true |
| And I still got more bitches than you, Pimp or die! |
| This ain’t no game for lames nigga |
| Grab your bitch, take her off and marry her |
| Kid, this game’ll bury ya |
| Call the bitch, hit the track, some pimp took her |
| You can’t control a girl friend, more less a hooker |
| Stop reading Pimp books, square up, get a job |
| Sell dope, steal cars, get a gun, rob |
| You’re just a fan of pimping, and it ain’t all good |
| You’re playing a minute you’re goffen, I’m. |
| Tiger woods; |
| Ain’t no fair lane, you want a fair game, play cards baby |
| Pimping ain’t easy, but whoring ain’t hard |
| Dear God I break a trick, quick for those that know |
| The only bitches that I fuck with, are those that whores |
| I got the brand new Ros', then throw you the keys |
| I ride Satechi-Ro at thirty two degrees |
| Nigga, you duck and run, faggot, I cock and squeeze |
| And about the dough I blow, it’s like it grow on trees |
| You’re talking lay away, I’m talking Corté |
| You make a bitch your wife, I charge a bitch the day |
| And every whore I know, do what the fuck I say |
| Cause I’m a fucking pimp, nigga, you’re fucking play |
| First of, there ain’t no crash course in this game |
| In case you didn’t hear me first time, Berg’s the name |
| Before you start, you gotta have a cold heart and colder dick |
| All you wanna do is fuck, you was a straight trick |
| Stand on a bitch, break your hand on a bitch |
| Grind for your grip, except no shit |
| Get your gear tight player, learn to act polite |
| Get in the whore’s head, fuck the bitch, you’re after the bread |
| Soothe it out pimp, mack with finesse and shawn |
| And pretty soon you’ll have hookers hanging over your arms |
| But the game is played in dark streets, gators and concrete |
| Your tracks lock is amaze, pimps sleave daze |
| Whores run away, set you up to die |
| But you wanted to live the life cause you did it this fly |
| The pimp game is the moving target and you ain’t that steady |
| Stay the fuck off the track, pussy you ain’t ready |