P.I.M.P. (Video/radio Edit) lyrics

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her
I spit a little G-man and my game got her
A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada
Them trick -- in they ear saying they think about her
I got the -- 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, then she like me cuz I'm from New York
I ain't that -- trying to holla cuz I want some --
I'm that -- trying to holla cuz I want some bread
I could care less how she perform while she in the bed
-- that try catch a date and come and play the kid
Look baby this is simple you can't see, you -- me you -- with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me (woo)
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

I'm by my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you -- with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy
Head full of hair -- 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 some 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 tempt the mall
If ever you need someone, I'm the one you should call
I be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small
Dat other -- you be with ain't about --
I’m your friend, your father, your confidant

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

Shorty I told you fools before, I stay with the twos
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a -- till I got a -- confused
She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this --, you could have her when I’m done I ain't gonna keep her
Man -- come and go, every -- and pimp they know
They say mystique but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
-- tutor me how you strippin in the street
Put my other -- down you get your -- beat
Now lick my bottom --, you always come up with my bread
The last -- she was with put stitches in her head
Get your -- outta pocket I put a charge on the --
Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6
-- make the pimp rich, I ain't payin
Catch a -- trick

I don't know what you heard about me (yea)
But she can't get a dollar out of me (woo)
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But she can't get a dollar out of me (yea)
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a -- P-I-M-P (yea)

[Talking:]
In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business
In the hood they say there’s no business like hoe business
You know
See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up
Ha Ha
Yea
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