Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pimp Talk, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pimp Talk |
| Cheeba-cheeba y’all, yeah |
| I’ll show ya pimp something, man |
| Pimp ya girl, show ya how to pimp |
| Out with the old, in with the new |
| Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay |
| New York City in the motherfuckin’house |
| Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay |
| The Dirty South in the motherfuckin’house |
| I said, bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay |
| The West Coast in the motherfuckin’house |
| If you a pimp, then you gon’pimp for life |
| Kick ya gators off, you in the motherfuckin’hell |
| Winter skate greens, to them orange Pataki’s |
| The gators and khaki’s, the paranoia keep you running from the reefer |
| A pimp that’s bitch as big as Queen Latifah |
| O.G. |
| style, rolling on the boulevard with gold chrome |
| Ya rolling on foot with nickel plated grown |
| Pimp, master your jiggalo limp, listen |
| Just cuz Stevie Wonder blind, that don’t mean he ain’t a pimp |
| Just cuz Richard Pryor slow down, after his bitch ass got burnt |
| That don’t mean he ain’t a pimp |
| Just cuz Muhammad Ali, shake a little |
| That don’t mean he ain’t a pimp |
| Just cuz Christopher Reeves can’t walk, in the Superman suit no more |
| Shit, that don’t mean he ain’t a pimp |
| Solomon, player… |
| It’s your thing… do what you wanna do I can’t tell ya, whose side to choose |
| It’s you thing… yeah, do what you wanna do I can’t tell ya, whose side to choose |
| Yeah… |
| Classy, see how I treat them hoes |
| That’s why them hoes keep it classic |
| And truthfully speaking, I’m a pimp player |
| So you can never pass me player |
| Confident with mine and myself |
| I jump back and kiss myself |
| You see a pimp, kick your feet up Trick on what, drink on who |
| Got the ladies screaming, S. Childs |
| Give me one more chance |
| A rapper’s groove so smooth, P. Diddy’ll dance |
| Whoo, child, pimp life kid daddy |
| G-Mack 'em daddy, I sell water to whales |
| And sell poppy uptown cocaine scales |
| I sell a carpet to nails |
| Done pimp the wardens in most jails |
| Electrifying, pimp talk |
| Hotter than the third rail |
| Straight to the stomach like Valentine ale |
| Smooth, and about my chips |
| But alert a motherfucker if shit fails |
| Come on For sure, the Theodore |
| And don’t be getting all upset |
| When your girl at the club and she dancing |
| And throwing it up with the gangstas |
| It’s a new time, a new place |
| Staten Island, we now own the City |
| Bloomberg, come up off the keys, you bitch ass nigga |