| It’s plain to see, you can’t change me
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| Cuz I’ma be a pimp for life
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| Who’s the mack? |
| You see the Benz? |
| Yeah I’m crusin' that
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| You see the Timbs with the Gucci pact, you see the lucci stack?
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| Screamin', where the hoochies at?
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| I’m that nigga, that’ll leave the coochie fat
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| Step off, you know the clothes, kind of droopy cat
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| Daddy, with the white tee, on the wife beat'
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| Accomidated nicely, with the ice piece
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| Blingin' like a disco ball, all on the white piece
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| I’m slick like Crisco oil, my forefathers were fed great
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| All these players wanna hate, and I’m just bringin' the game up to date
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| Macaroni, for sheez, all I needs the cheese
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| So please, get on your knees and freeze
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| Gangsta, ain’t nothing square about me
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| One of my bitches passed, and it ain’t bring a tear up out me
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| All I said was that I’m sorry that I had to blew you, baby
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| You were there… and no one else
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| Can be in my corner, darling
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| It’s you that I’ll do nothing to love
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| And I placed no one above
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| Oh… how can I ever face ya?
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| See the game is you gotta be chosen
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| I’m the pimp, so you gotta be ho
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| Gift of gab, I talk so fast, I make 'em walk on glass
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| And before, she start bleeding, she be back on the track
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| Getting that, trap on the back, ain’t no slack on the mack
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| How could I change the game, this the only life I know
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| There goes another brother in love, try’nna wife a ho
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| Baby, I’m talkin' bout pimpin', been since pimpin', since been pimpin…
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| See the game is you gotta be chosen
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| I’m a player, man, you know?
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| I ain’t wettin' these hoes, how I look
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| Being with one chick, when there’s hundreds
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| I can have fun with, roll blunts with, my dog
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| While we hittin' these broads, I can’t even understand
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| Why y’all be sweatin' these broads
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| Couldn’t understand, why they make up to break up
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| To gettin' in shape love, for tears, to wake up
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| I drive cars to forsake love, cuz I seen
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| People live their heart open, just to see their heart broken
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| Tomorrow hoping, through the hurt, that they come back
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| Yeah, love’ll leave, you deserted, straight like that
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| Snap, put somebody in your place like that
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| How can love go and take somebody faith, like that?
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| It’s sad how something so good, can be so bad
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| Something bringin' so much joy, could leave so mad
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| Mama say you can hide, love will find you baby
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| You can run, love will always be behind you baby
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| Now I don’t care, even if you refuse it baby
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| One day, love is gonna knock on your door and say
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| Take you home and make you, my loving wife
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| So we can always be together, all day and night
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| Now remember, a pimp is only as good as his block
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| Yeah… just tied up his women up
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| Now you gots to go out there, and you got to get the best ones
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| You can find, and you gotta work them broads, like nobody’s
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| Ever worked them before… and never forget
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| Anybody can control a woman but…
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| See… but the key is to control her mind
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| You see pimpings, been pimpings, since been pimpings
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| It’s goin' been going on, since the beginning of time
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| And it’s gonna continue, straight ahead
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| Til somebody out there turns out the lights on you, a long time
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| Can you dig it? |
| (Yeah, yeah, I can dig it)
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| You gonna have a bank roll so big, when you walk down the street
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| It’s gonna look like ya pockets got the mumps
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| (Hey yea, they gonna have to rewrite the maccabean book
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| You know, cuz I’ma be the new king, I’m gonna be so cool
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| Put the blunt in here, man, that they gonna have to change
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| The name of the game… you know? |
| And uh…
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| And I’m gonna get the hottest bitches I can find
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| A whole boat load of money, and I’ma get myself
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| Some fine looking vines and a great looking ride
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| And I’m just gonna, stir it all up… hahahah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimpology 101, artist - Mathematics. Album song Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп