Pimpin' - DJ Quik, Suga Free, Playa Hamm

Rain, rain, don’t go away

Stick around a minute, wash this filthy shit away

Yeah, yeah

Boy, I sure hate doing you niggas like this

But you bitch ass niggas deserve it

Punk, respeconize the OG when I’m playing my game

And if you gon' speak on me, nigga, say my name

‘Cause all that talking in codes, hiding, you walking in droves

Gon' have you expendable niggas running, dropping in folds

And you niggas didn’t want long hair until I came (Nah)

I was watching Ice-T, nigga, and soaking up the game (Oh yeah)

The belief that I’m standing on, my religion is mack

So Rhythm-al-ism's evil twin brother is back

Fuck hiding your Rolex, nigga, hide your necks, nigga

And your career is almost finished, hide your checks, nigga

You sponsor old hoes that’s been used and circulated

When I bust ‘em new up off the lot and put ‘em to work, you hate it

The fluidest credibility ruining lyricist that there is (All day)

And I’m a straighter shot, nigga, than Rafael Perez

And this rap game, even in my teens, I was cool with it

And I was through with it before y’all figured out what to do with it

(Pimpin') Yeah, for better for worse, I’m married to…

(Pimpin') Ha, for richer, for poor, nigga, I’m married to…

(Pimpin') Yeah, and in sickness and health, it’s gotta be…

(Pimpin') And the hustle continues… Always

I eat ‘em up like toffee ‘cause I’m lovin' sweets

Especially to these G-One and DJ Quik beats

Now what you talkin' ‘bout love?

We can’t have at all

When I slides up in this club and stands tall, you better call

Your homegirls, and tell ‘em it’s real

Soon as they hit the door, though, they gots to peel

See, ‘cause I can’t conceal what I feel when it comes to my riches

No glitches in this game and that’s right, I clowns bitches

‘Cause they ain’t specific when it comes to they ways

And I’ve always been prolific executing these plays

Big G, Darkside, and Suga Free be clever

So what you want and what you think, don’t you ever say never

Yeah, I got your little messages, I comprehend

The language that your body be speakin' and I intend

To give you what you coming for, I’m here if it’s conducive

To increase the count amounts and exclusive, ya heard

(Pimpin') Ha, in sickness and health, it’s gotta be…

(Pimpin') Ha ha, for better, for worse, nigga, I’m married to…

(Pimpin') For richer, for poor, for rich, it’s gotta be…

(Pimpin') Double M, show ‘em what that sack like

So many hoes never willing to donate not a penny

So I counts my portion, and stack my fortune

And if they’re thinking of trying and coming and test mine, take mine

And give it the way I make mine, and fonk with the way I rock rhymes

Hoe, you best raise up while I blaze up

Tired of that punk ass behavin' like a vulture or raven

I’m savin', all my money up for a Benz

And a Pontiac so I can bone all of your friends

‘Cause this ain’t a game show, and I don’t pay no hoe

Tryna juice me for my riches, you could sleep with the fishes

At first you wouldn’t get with me, but now you wanna come and trick for me

‘Cause I’m stacking up G’s

I suggest you take an aspirin for your headache

‘Cause the shit that I just spit to you gets harder than Salt Lake, hoe

So you can step down that Yellow Brick Road

And leave the pimpin' up to drop a lyric trickin' the hoes

(Pimpin') In sickness and health, nigga, I’m married to…

(Pimpin') Yeah, for richer, for poor, nigga, it’s gotta be…

(Pimpin') Ha ha, for better, for worse, nigga, I’m married to…

(Pimpin') Suga Free, hit this and let these bitches know what’s happenin'

You, gotta, believe in me

You see see, I got to act up

With that P-O, oh we he he, herb, al a herb ezerb (Neptune)

She put it sweet on herself, if I’m in traffic with the bitch

And if she ain’t the bitch, ha ha, the bitch gon' feel myself

Bitch, you got a closet in your pocket?

‘Cause you can hang up that bullshit your lips is movin' about

‘Cause, bitch, I ain’t gon' jock it

Suga Free gon' give your ass the blues

And I put that on me and the P, trick, and it’s gon' hurt like brand new shoes

You said, «Baby, you want something back from the store?»

I said, «Yeah, a can of ackrite, a bag of shut your mouth, and don’t come back

here like that no more»

And nigga must’ve said, «Suga Free, you finna buy a brand new Lexus?»

I said, «Yeah, get in, nigga, you and your homie, ‘cause I’m finna buy y’all

some dresses»

They must’ve sent me to the pen (Why?)

I drunk some gin and stomped a white bitch completely out her skin

Haters be sayin' shit like, «Suga Free, how you wipe your ass with them long

ass nails?»

I said, «The same way groom, slow as hell»

I hit the Caddy switch

Now tell these star-struck peasant wanna-be ass muthafuckas «Who yo' daddy,

bitch?»

Pimpin' (Repeated until end with Suga Free ad-libs)