Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Can't Pimp Me, artist - Pastor Troy. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
You Can't Pimp Me |
| Pimp shit |
| Yeah pimp shit, nigga |
| Wassup baby Ken? |
| Like this hea |
| All my niggas mayn |
| A yo, all the real boss playa |
| A yo, this real ATL playa style |
| A yo, you can’t pimp a pimp playa |
| Niggas is trippin, my shoes is tied up |
| Big boss pimpin, tell ya' bitch I said wassup |
| Pastor, laughter, Remy in my hand |
| Countin out some grands, ova in Ireland |
| The man, you done heard the name befo' |
| I keep a big gun wit' me every where that I go |
| And I smoke dro', motherfucker keep that bap ass weed |
| Niggas claimin their my folks bitch you don’t know me |
| D.S.G.B. |
| representin send them haters to hell |
| It ain’t nothing ta' say, it ain’t nothin ta' tell |
| My Glock shells will be empty if any tempt me |
| I’m not no fuckin simp, bitch I’m a fuckin pimp |
| You can’t pimp me, I’mma pimp myself |
| You can’t pimp me, I’mma pimp myself |
| You can’t pimp me, I’mma pimp myself |
| I’mma pimp myself |
| I’mma pimp myself |
| The one man army, the one wreckin crew |
| I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to |
| If it was me, come put your finger to my nose |
| Just like I thought ya' niggas mother fuckin hoes |
| The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks |
| Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox |
| The clock… stops tickin' |
| I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin' |
| Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. |
| be gangsta fuckin' |
| Fuckin for nothin, we be them niggas they be lovin' |
| It don’t get nothin but worse for you simp |
| Bow down nigga make room for a pimp |
| You can’t pimp me potnah because I’m pimpin myself |
| I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf |
| I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese |
| I roll wit' DSGB, so is better than me |
| A Aug representive, I got the game on lock |
| I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block |
| So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind |
| I’m bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine |
| And I ain’t blind, I can see it, you already know |
| So get the fuck out my face 'cause you can’t pimp me hoe |
| You see the doe don’t let it hit ya', you gets no play |
| And I’m the dro' you the philly get ready to blaze |
| (Chorus fade out) |