P.I.M.P. (Extended Remix) Lyrics
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P.I.M.P. (Extended Remix) Lyricsby 50 Cent Buy album CD: Other Songs MAG - WIN (feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit) [50 Cent:] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple you can't see You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Snoop Dogg:] F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003 And y'all know I'm from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected (And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down That's waitin' on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word They love it when I get to crippin' And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin' [50 Cent:] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Lloyd Banks:] You need to switch over and ride with a star It'll get you far I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb Got some tricks, but I ain't one I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP [50 Cent:] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Young Buck:] We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty) We drive old school white walls with mink clothes I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo' Its time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT [50 Cent:] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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