Twista - Pimp On Lyrics

Writer(s) : TAYLOR, FREDERICK / MITCHELL, CARL TERRELL / SHAW, TODD ANTHONY / SMITH, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE
Artist: Twista Lyrics
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Album: Track 3 on Kamikaze
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Yeah, no introduction is really needed
But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous playas everywhere!
Playas, playas, playas!
Representin', green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?

Pimp pimp on, pimp-pimp on
Pimp on, pimp pimp on!
Then get your pimp on

Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the luchie while smokin' a lot of dro
Whatchu know 'bout checkin' yo' paper for a down-*** bottom hoe
Or snatchin' yo' new fur model mink with the hood off the hanger
24-karat rings standin' a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that *****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock ****
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it, since y'all I wanted to be like macks and Bishop
Type wanna get up in the club, drinkin' Cris'sy from a gold cup
Flossin' my club, peepin' persons yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
You can't change pimpin', from the Stone Age to the "Space Age" pimpin'
From Southern mackin' in Memphis to the playa mo' when you shoot to Chi
In the black diamond with fuchsia dye pullin' out hoes like Supafly
All I gotta do is spit fo' lines
Now she got me chameleon gators with colors that flip fo' times
Now get yo'.

[Chorus]
Pimp pimp on (pimp on)
Pimp-pimp on (pimp on)
Pimp on (pimp on) pimp pimp on!
Then get your pimp on
Pimp pimp on (and if you want it the 'Llac with three hoes in the back)
Pimp-pimp on (feelin' like a mack while you checkin yo' scratch)
Pimp on (then you gettin yo' pimp on) pimp pimp on!
Then get your pimp on

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the fat, mack EightBall to most of y'all
You a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call
**** talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker
She call me daddy, she a hoe so that's what I call her
Or big toed, hard-head *** hoe
The rougher I treat her she love a ***** even mo'
Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes
Knock *****es from them *****s who act like hoes
I'm mink draggin' out my 2-2 Paddy wagon
Sittin' on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats
Ball not a ***** ***, and I don't make deals
Peel a meal from a *****, know how that feels?
High heels and furs, Lexus his and hers
Hypnotic, ex' and sex mixed with the words
Pull up, and let the window down, here she come
The American way, I was taught how to.

[Chorus]

Playa getcha pimpi'n on
Gotta getcha game together man, all your women gone
To start all over, ain't nothin' to a mack
Just put 'em to work, and watch yo' money stack
That's fo'sho' doe, everyday a G a mo'
Asked your little sister, "Girl, why you wanna be a hoe?"
She got turned out, like Red Riding Hood
Goin' to Grandma's house, now she lookin' real good
While the Big Bad Wolf tryna eat her out
Pay up, the cash is what we be about
Squares, we don't care if you don't understand
Players break out the game power, you don't wanna go there
Say it in your prayers you wanna be like me
You down on your knees but it's not likely
To ever happen, so I just keep rappin'
This real mackin', this ain't actin'

[Chorus]

Yeah, Bishop Don Magic Juan
Ain't no shame, in my game
Good game, is happenin' everywhere

Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami
New York, Chi-Town, world wide!
Chuuch is here!


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