Lyrics:
of him Ima P.I.M.P but I'll treat you right Did I ?? gurl never ?????? When I was broke on the block you was there for me See you can cut through loose
brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga Aiyyo I pray to the God MC
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green
cash, more Hoes (what, what, what) Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek No need to dress warm, I Brought plenty of heat Y'all can't do nothing with this here
your mind right [S] c'mon little mama, c'mon [Snoop Dogg] P-I-M-P-ology I played you and you paid me Believe me when I tell you girl I know
the city streets, M.P.3's via internet from overseas D.J's playing, you dance to 'em Swaying, staying up All night, zombie life Audio delight, oh. The sound
gat Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man,bitch holla back I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with
and Lacey Face me, look at me, now tell me what you lookin' at A P-I-M-P in wing-tip Stacey's Lately, hate me, it's all that they could trip on with
Zolanski, from Red Ruby to Chun-Li I put door knocker earrings in Fendi (oh) Then stamped the trench coat Burberry Where the C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N? Don't
puedo pedir? Tengo toda la noche, una caguama y un beat, No soy V.I.P., tampoco un P.I.M.P., Ya tantos R.I.P. me volvieron el M.V.P. El viento me lleva,
I be (I'm Swaggy P) Who I know and who I be (Swaggy P, I'm Swaggy P) Step back Hit the three Told that bitch I'm Swaggy P I said Swaggy P yea
head, he a created MyPlayer If we gotta slide, he better say his prayers You and Michael Jackson 'bout to be neighbors I'm pushing p's but hide it from
I know y'all be lovin this shit right here L-I-M-P Bizkit is right here People in the house, put them hands in the air 'Cause if you don't care,
u n d t h e l a m p p o s t , c l i m b u p o n t o y o u r b a c k . Y o u r s T r u l y Y o u r s T r u l y Y o u r s T r u l y Y o u r s T r u l y
chasing moola Pushin P Pushin P All I want is money after all this I don't care what they'll be doing about it I don't care at all I'm Pushin P I'm chasing
of models standin' on stuck Pocket full of money and stuff That's the way we do it when you off in the club wit me $hort and J.E. P-I-M-P Two of the baddest
cool school melody The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you jump, jump A Daddy Mac will make you jump, jump Kris Kross will
done Didn't change a bit, I'm still thuggish, still thuggin Niggaz ask how much money I got do math You know how to add I'm P little brother Shit, I
Clowns attempt to rep get slapped the farthest I'm P/pee like distinct urine in your staircase Nigga, from me stay the most distant, you outta place
Livin' through this shit I'm in nigga stack doe Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back I'm
slow down P-I-M-P flippin filty Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy There's blood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub It's nuthin, sit down
or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
P's (P's) I'm havin' P's, I pulled bitch from overseas Patek Phillipe, it cost a hundred Patek Phillipe and it cost me a hundred (yeah yeah) Bitch wanna
p..., I'm not paying attention to my gig... Steve: Hey, look... Nicko: ...I'm paying attention to what he's trying to tell me. Bruce: Yeah, but nobody
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