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 [Chorus - jermaine dupri] 
Ayyo a pimps a pimp 
Flow is flow 
Doe is do 
Ho's a ho 
Chic's a chic 
Trick's a trick 
Bitch a bitch across the world 
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl 
[Cam'ron] 
Now when it comes to these hoes I did'em I got'em 
Rip'em and rock'em 
But if I hit'em I pop'em 
But if I lick'em I lock'em 
And I ain't famous at all 
Let my game tell it all 
But they a pain in my balls 
Got to train'em like dogs 
From how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch 
To how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house 
But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy 
They say 'cam, good you saved me' now I pimp em and they pay me 
They feelin' it like jay-z, on sugar hill like az 
Went _party time_ like tray lee, I'm sosodef like j.d. 
Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga 
Mad depressed 
I want they mind...muthafucka, you could have the rest 
'cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover 
I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother 
See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion 
With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion 
[Chorus x1] 
Now baby-cakes what's you're name? 
(Ain't no need to explain) 
Why is that? 
('cause I'm from down south) 
Well I got down south game 
And to mess wit' you this my last attempt 
'cause I only like when you're ass is bent 
So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent 
You ain't know I get cash to pimp 
Go ask him, my whores are fresh 
Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest 
Tell you now backdoor's the best 
For the stress 
We never raw in flesh 
Why I'm sores aguess (?) 
I get paper, yeah I stack them chips 
Condoms when I grab them hips 
Kiss and mix you wrap them lips 
And if she act (smack the bitch) 
If she wack (smack the bitch) 
Sad to see the way it had to be 
Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me 
Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes 
Yo, my rhymes got a concubine 
'cause I control they mind 
Avoid the crew 
'void the groove 
Got more doe, than the fued 
Got more hoes, than the few 
If I die they wouldn't know what to do 
Whatcha think all they do is cry? 
Tell you this between you and I 
Forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide 
[Chorus x1] 
And now I'm drunk of the henny now, went off the remi now 
Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now 
And when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow 
Girls acting friendly now (killa cum up in me oww) 
I leave em past leaking 
Last weekend, I took cardan to get his ass eaten 
He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up 
But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up 
Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting 
But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions 
And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob 
Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for god 
And all sluts wit the v's, let em see how it be 
They be like 'no, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me' 
You whylin out, for the styinout 
Girls say I'm foul and doubt 
But baby got to understand 
That's what my style's bout 
[Chorus x2] 
Ayyo a pimp's a pimp  
            
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