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50 cent - p.i.m.p. (extended remix) lyrics

(feat. snoop dogg, g-unit)

[50 cent:]
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
now shorty, she in the club, she dancin’ for dollars
she got a thing for that gucci, that fendi, that prada
that bcbg, burberry, dolce & gabbana
she’s feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
i spit a little g man and my game got her
a hour later have that -ss up in the ramada
them trick n-gg-z in they ear sayin’ they think about her
i got the b-tch by the bar tryin’ to get a drink up out her
she like my style, she like my smile, she like the way i talk
she from the country, she like me cause i’m from new york
i ain’t that n-gg- trying to holla cause i want some head
i’m that n-gg- tryin’ to holla cause i want some bread
i could care less how she perform when she in the bed
b-tch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
look baby, this is simple you can’t see
you f-ckin’ with me you f-ckin’ with a p-i-m-p
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
if you f-cking with me, i’m a p-i-m-p
not what you see on tv, no cadillac, no greasy
head full of hair, b-tch i’m a p-i-m-p
come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a p-i-m-p
roll in the benz with me, you could watch tv
from the backseat of my v, i’m a p-i-m-p
girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
we could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
we could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
if ever you needed someone, i’m the one you should call
i’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
if you got problems, i can solve’em, they big or they small
that other n-gg- you be with ain’t bout sh-t
i’m your friend, your father, and confidant, b-tch
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i told you fools before, i stay with the tools
i keep a benz, some rims, and some jewels
i holla at a hoe til i got a b-tch confused
she got on payless, me i got on gator shoes
i’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
man this hoe you can have her, when i’m done i ain’t gon keep her
man, b-tches come and go, every n-gg- pimpin know
you saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
b-tch choose with me, i’ll have you stripping in the street
put my other hoes down, you get your -ss beat
now nik my bottom b-tch, she always come up with my bread
the last n-gg- she was with put st-tches in her head
get your hoe out of pocket, i’ll put a charge on a b-tch
cause i need 4 tvs and amgs for the six
hoe make a pimp rich, i ain’t paying b-tch
catch a date, suck a d-ck, shiiit, trick
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p
i don’t know what you heard about me
but a b-tch can’t get a dollar outta me
no cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
that i’m a motherf-ckin’ p-i-m-p

[snoop dogg:]
f-i-f-t-y c-e-n-t and s-n double o-p
doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
and y’all know i’m from the dpg
f-i-f-t-y c-e-n-t and s-n double o-p
we internationally known and locally respected
(and you know you’re just a p.i.m.p) now what you know about me
yeah b-tch i got my now and later gators on
i’m bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin’ gon’ die
twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
i’m down with that n-gg- fifty like i down with blue
f-ck cuz, nah n-gg- motherf-ck you
g-u-n-i-tizzy, f-ckin’ with me and the d-p-gizzy
n-gg-z in new york know how doggy get down
i got my n-gg-z in queens, i got my b-tches uptown
i got my business in manhattan, i ain’t f-ckin’ around
i got some b-tter pecan, puerto ricans from the boogie down
that’s waitin’ on me to return
so they can sn-tch these braids out and put my sh-t in a perm, word
they love it when i get to crippin’
and spittin’ this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin’

[lloyd banks:]
you need to switch over and ride with a star
it’ll get you far
i’m a p-i-m-p g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r
yeah, i’m young, but i ain’t dumb
got some tricks, but i ain’t one
i’m a guerrilla for scrilla, i trip you, you try to run
i let em’ do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
even if they gotta freeze, or if it’s a hundred degrees
i keep em’ on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
i ain’t gotta give em’ much, they happy with mickey d’s, pimp

[young buck:]
we keep it pimpin’ in the south, you know how it go (dirty, dirty)
we drive old school white walls with mink clothes
i spin the g-unit piece, and get em’ dizzy
man cough up your love, or you’re girl comin’ with me
when your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
that money make the world go round, so lets get mo’
its time to show these playas how it should be done
you got pimp potential, you’re might could be one, g-unit

yeah, in hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
in the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
they say i talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
i ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, b-tch

- 50 cent lyrics

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