Lyrics:
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
like that
You ain't with it let me hear you say ho
You ain't with it let me hear you say aaaaoooo (aaaooo)
Ready to boogie I had on my dancin' shoes
true and right.
What’s wrong to wanna love you and be loved by you tonight?
Two free spirits dancin’ in the night.
Free spirits in the night...
Hey baby grab your dancin' shoes
Off to the old shack, cold drinks slow drags and hot tunes
Me and you got some old new plans
Dancin to our favorite
they go
Before I was even in the source trying to get 5 mics
I made deliveries for extra duck sauce and fried rice
For about 5 nights outta'
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
Jackson and "Remember the Time" (do you remember?)
Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin', 'cause you sure can't rhyme
(Big up big up) enter new
Iove the most - to go
Dancin' by the ocean
Shaggin' by the bay
Got to keep my feet in motion
A good times on its way
Salt in the air on a cool summer
Dancin like I'm Fred Astaire
Onna grind, with my peers
Livin life in 6th gear
Treat yourself
Cuz ain't no one gon live forever man
Treat yourself
Don't let
hat's on tight
Doing me, living life, in the clear
I got cash in my pockets and fam by my side
Full tank of gas, man I'm in the clear
I got my shoes
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
maybe take it to the pawn shop?
My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots
the laces out my shoes now
Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)
Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)
Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who
Smart moves cautious how I move
Its Somebody always hating
Wishing they was in your shoes
Gotta keep a tool I just stick and move
We aint playing by
a winner
I'm in love and no beginner
Could ever grasp or understand just what she means
Baby, baby blue eyes
Stay with me by my side
'Til the mornin',
the hoodoo, the devil hoedown
To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the crossroads
With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong
gotta understand
Gotta be one 100 percent
99.9 you can't get in
I hate I cant be picture perfect
At least I'm working
I hate my soul cold
I blame da ones
spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes
Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes
Nigga watch your mouth, we ain't fuckin' cool
Boy you sell
Dial 999 for the operator
I don't feel so good so I'll see you later
Just put me in the ambulance and take me around the block
There's a sound in my
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
a rose out
Police kick my door in shawty last night
I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes
you can get replaced
This gotta be laced even with my shoes unlaced
I'm miles ahead of you standing in place
I did the race and I still beat the case
It
me put on both my dancin' shoes
The more I get, the more I want, it seems
I page Doctor Jazz in all my dreams
When I'm trouble-bound and mixed
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