VERSE 1 (A-Lo)
Pimp hoes, uh, with A-Bomb
Better watch out ‘cause we pimp your mom
See, we been pimping since ’98
We don’t pimp hoes that’s under the 1 and 8
See, we only into the finer things
We sit back smoke while hoes make us dream
What the fuck bitch, I don’t care
Rain, sleet, or snow you’d better get my money there
I’ve been pimping for way too long
But for how long I been pimping my pimp hand is still strong
Sitting here and we blowing on purp weed
I also been drinking pimp juice, hoe burp me
VERSE 2 (N Squared)
Now
who woulda guessed? It's a
beautiful mess
Got
my group selling records like a youthful prince
And
now Squared’s shmoozin' ladies like he's cruising Mercedes
Hitting
every single one like Slim Shady hits Dre beats
I
bang all the milfs, from one mother to another
Sneak
in and out in stealth like an undercover brother
I
smother every other player on the scene
Leave
a note nailed on the door that says I've gone fishing
And
when I get back home I give my girl a pack of Rolo’s
Then
I head back out ‘cause I got another ho, yo
Oh
no, I'm tangled in a web
If
these girls find out about me they might strangle me to death
I'm
a pimp born and bred, gimme shrimp and corn bread
I
leave these bitches with tattered dreams and torn dreads
I
need more breasts, just can't get enough
I
walk with a cane but have no trouble standing up
And
y'all know my name, ‘cause it's connected to fame
Kinda
like Novacaine is connected to pain
And
when I blow your brains all over the wall
Tell
your wife who to call if she's looking to ball
‘Cause
I'm a pimp yo, all the way from my lymph node
To
my hips and my motherfucking gimp toe
And
all you losers don't be hating, I don't screw for recreation
I'm
just saying that relationships blow
VERSE 3 (Enway)
I quit being a pimp like Lickety Split
Now sucking dick and I’m shitting on a clit
So you see that I’ve paid my fucking dues
Never again will I get laid by you
I don’t wanna say that I’m the best
I’ll stick to the fact that I’m better than the rest
Snap back, come to back to my rap
These are changing times so you’d better adapt
Or you’ll get lapped ‘cause I’m on the fast track
Bullets fly my way and you know I’ll blast back
Your pussy gets moist when you hear my voice
Rejoice for the fact that my hoes are pro-choice
Find the time to rewind my rhymes
Inside my lines you just might find
A sign that I’m coming, just in time
To aim at my enemies and bust a nine
Get off my nuts, let go my Eggos
I’ll meet you at the Alamo with my boy Diego
Now my rap’s over and it’s just been paved
Now it’s time for A-Bomb to put you in your grave
VERSE 4 (A-Bomb)
Bitch bring my money in a big burlap sack
Dollar sign on the side, I like it like that
And if you’re thinking you won’t gimme those stacks
Best think again or else it’s ratta-ta-tatta-ta-tatta-
Tattle on me?
The whole world will see
Why I’m the baddest motherfucker out of New Jersey
When my bitches make a fuss and it’s just too much to handle
I throw ‘em on a bus straight to the English Channel
I drown a bitch who just looks at me wrong
I put the sound effects in the back of this song
If by now you think I’m crazy then you don’t know insane
He’s my fucked up evil twin and we’re exactly the same
My father was a pimp and we follow in his platform shoes
Try to make him proud, we slap bitches and act a fool
So bring your ass and shake it fast to the floor
And don’t get sassy when I call you a hoe
It’s obvious that it’s the loot you adore
So I should probably let you know that I’m poor