Pimp On
(Intro: Don Juan)
Yeah...
No introduction is really needed...
But it's, the Bishop Don, Magic Juan, chairman of the board...
Of famous playa's everywhere!... Playas, playas, playas!
Representin'... Green is for the money, gold is for the honey...
Ain't it man...
(1st Chorus)
Pimp, pimp, on...
Pimp pimp on...
Pimp, on...
Pimp pimp on...
Then get ya pimp on...
(Twista)
Peep how the Twista put it down in Gucci while smokin' a lotta 'dro,
What you know 'bout checkin' yo paper from a down-ass bottom ho?
Or snatchin' yo new-flow model mink wit' tha hood off the hanger,
Twenty-four carat rings, hangin' a half a foot off the finger,
Custom suit tailor made so cleanly nobody could touch that bitch...
Shoes by Maury, fist by Lamar, he cut Chi-shit...
Anything from my hoes when I ask I get it, in the Cadillac, I kick it,
Since ya'll I wanted to be like mack, ten bishop,
Tight when I get up in the club, drinkin' Crissy from a gold cup,
Floss in my blood, peepin' purses yellin' out chuuuuch,
From the track to drink politicians, I'ma maintain pimpin',
You can't change pimpin', from the stone-age to the space-age pimpin',
From southern mackin' in Memphis to the playa mo when you shoot the Chi,
In the black diamond wit' future dye, pullin' that ho like Super Fly,
All I gotta do is spit four lines...
Now she got me chamilleon gators wit' colors that flip four times...
Now get yo...
(Chorus)
Pimp, pimp, on... (Pimp on...)
Pimp pimp on... (Pimp on...)
Pimp, on... (Pimp on...)
Pimp pimp on...
Then get ya pimp on...
(Pimp, pimp, on...) And if you want it in the Llac wit' three hoes in the back,
(Pimp pimp on...) Feelin' like a mack while you checkin' yo scratch,
(Pimp, on...) Then you gettin' yo pimp on...
(Pimp pimp on...)
Then get ya pimp on...
(8 Ball)
It's the fat, mack, big Ball to most of ya'll,
You a ho, need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call,
Shit talker... Somebody dog her she my street walker,
She call me daddy, she a ho so that's what I call her,
Or bitch, or ol' hard-headed asshole,
The rougher I treat her, she love a nigga even more,
Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes,
Knock bitches from them niggas who act like ho's,
I make braggin' out my two-two paddy wagon,
Sittin' on two-three's, diamonds on twenty-four carats,
All out of bitch-ass and I don't make deals,
Peel the meal from the pussy, know how that feel?
High heels and furs, Lexus his and her's,
Hypnotic, X, and sex mixed wit' the words,
Pull up, and let the window down, here she come,
The American way, I was tought how to...
(Chorus)
(Too Short)
Playa get ya pimpin' on...
Gotta get ya game together, man all ya women gon',
Then start all over, ain't nothin' to a mack,
Just put 'em to work, and watch ya money stack,
That's for sho though, everyday a G or mo',
Ask the little sister, girl, why you wanna be a ho?
She got turned out... Like Red Rydin' Hood,
Goin' to grandma's house,
Now she lookin' real good while the big bad wolf tryin' to eat her out,
Pay up, the cash is what we 'bout,
Squares, we don't care if you don't understand players,
Break out the game Bible, you don't wanna go there,
Say it in your prayers, you wanna be like me,
You down on yo knees, but it's not likely,
To ever, happen, so I just keep rappin',
This real mackin', this ain't actin...
(Chorus)
(Outro: Don Juan)(1st Chorus in background)
Yeah... Bishop Don Magic Juan...
Ain't no shame, in my game...
Good game, is happenin' everywhere,
Playa's in Los Angeles, Detroit,
Miami, New York...
Chi-town...
Worldwide...
Church is here...