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    "It's Pimpin'" Lyrics

    E-40

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    (What is it?)
    It's pimpin, what (what is it?)

    It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
    Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
    (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
    (I'll be right back, when I be right back)

    It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
    Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
    (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
    (I'll be right back, when I be right back)

    Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches
    Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
    That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
    And believe that, everyrythang I tell her to do is for the best
    Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
    You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp
    After a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
    You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo'
    I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
    That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
    Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
    I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone
    Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
    Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's
    Long Range Pimpin hoe, overseas
    Whites blacks Filipinos, viet-ma-nese
    Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe

    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin)

    She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
    Til I turned her out, now she's pussy trained
    Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained
    Pimpin you hard, you got some game
    This one of the ones, I like this knock
    Who did the beat? My nigga Rik Rok
    He a fool - that shit on hit
    You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre shit
    Blarin, imagine that shit on blast
    At the Arco station after the club, pumpin some gas

    (Wait a minute, waithey hold up ba-ba-bump-bump
    Ba-ba-bump-ah Baby ay sweetie! Ay look here baby
    Underdig this, ya underdig? Ay look here
    You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
    Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
    All I wanna do is manage you)

    It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
    Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
    (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
    (I'll be right back, when I be right back)

    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin)

    She said just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
    I'm a put it down for you
    Represent that Sic'Wid'It
    Whatever you want me to do
    She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
    As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got)
    Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes
    Penitentiary chancin it with these hoes
    Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin Cadillac doors
    Countin my stack, spat to them straps
    Directin the mannerisms of these hoes
    Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes
    Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes

    It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
    Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
    (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
    (I'll be right back, when I be right back)

    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin)

    F'real f'real nigga, I bet you that
    I see a bitch nigga I bump the fattest bitch in the club
    Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, I give a fuck and a half
    I refuse to be livin under a bridge an'
    Pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin
    Y'knahmean? (Cause it ain't in a bitch beauty
    It's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?)
    Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll
    Put a wig on a pig mayne, I mean so fat)
    Fo'shiggidy
    Hey nigga hey nigga doe I'm just curious doe pimpin
    Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real?
    (Man I'm six deep with no sleep man
    I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes
    A tappin, I'm bout a pimp smackin
    I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man
    And let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?)
    Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat)
    That is the best game I can smell pimpin
    I promise you, it don't get no better mayne
    (I mean, I used to do this since way back when man
    I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man
    And I'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
    And tell that bitch, that-a-way!)
    It's pimpin to me
    (It's pimpin )
    (It's pimpin!)
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by R. Scott, Earl T Stevens, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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