Текст песни 50 Cent - Pimpin' (Part 2)

Yeah, I'm back baby, you miss me?
(Ha Ha) Come here.

[Chorus:]
I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later.

I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later. Pimpin'

[Verse 1:]
I am simply what you call a P.I.M.P
You could never go broke when your G tight like me.
You wanna ride with tha king of New York
Maybe get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe.
They say the games to be sold not told.
I sprinkle a lil' shit in my lines it's hot tho.
You see tha b*tches I f*ck with.
You know it's real I sweat em too
Man I get em too man I stay on they heels.
F*ck a parkin lot everywhere I'm at
I'm pimpin' sunshine rain sleet or snow mane.
When I'm around n*ggas handcuff they dames,
I f*ck em and send em home and they dont love me tha same.
See my face on MTV tha mood just change
She suddenly doesn't want you touchin' her mane.
I had tha same effect on broads tha same before tha fame.
Queen's track hustler point n*ggas know me mane

[Chorus:]
I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later.

I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later. Pimpin'

[Verse 2:]
I can see it in her eye's she tired of tha average life.
F*ckin' with me so adjective to tha glamorous life.
Follow instructions baby tha sky's tha limit.
If you can believe succeed then achieve,
But first pass tha weed I was born to be a baller.
N*ggas be hatin' on a kid I can't call it.
I could be everything you need
The shoulder you lean on, the one that you talk to,
Tha one that you key lone.
If you're attractive we get to thumpin' for a while.
If you listen long enough I'll send some humour to make you smile. Got you outta poket now b*tch go on choose a pimp.
Doc blew me lost my moma I've been pimpin' ever since.
I'm a special kinda n*gga girl can't you see?
I talk the way out hood on to your t.v.
I may change the way of life appear so easy.
But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin' with me let's go.

[Chorus:]
I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later.

I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later. Pimpin'

[Verse 3:]
I'm from a bottom from a bottom goin' ta take it to the top!
If you think we can't do it n*gga watch.
We go to all the way to a drop.
From a lil to a lot put a touch up and we got it.
She's far from average, she a special lady
She'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy.
We get our grind on, I let her blow on my dice
Then my luck change I hit the h right twice.
Its simple its mental she down for me.
When there's no one around, she around for me.
She's my sunshine after the pain my joy after the rain
Its easy to comprehend simple and clean

[Chorus:]
I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later.

I be pimpin'!
Ridin' in my Coupe De Ville.
Pimpin' chrome on the spokes and rims.
Pimpin' tell them what I taught you girl.
Purse first Ass later. Pimpin'