Pimp Talk - Solomon Childs

Cheeba-cheeba y’all, yeah

I’ll show ya pimp something, man

Pimp ya girl, show ya how to pimp

Out with the old, in with the new

Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay

New York City in the motherfuckin’house

Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay

The Dirty South in the motherfuckin’house

I said, bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay

The West Coast in the motherfuckin’house

If you a pimp, then you gon’pimp for life

Kick ya gators off, you in the motherfuckin’hell

Winter skate greens, to them orange Pataki’s

The gators and khaki’s, the paranoia keep you running from the reefer

A pimp that’s bitch as big as Queen Latifah

O.G.

style, rolling on the boulevard with gold chrome

Ya rolling on foot with nickel plated grown

Pimp, master your jiggalo limp, listen

Just cuz Stevie Wonder blind, that don’t mean he ain’t a pimp

Just cuz Richard Pryor slow down, after his bitch ass got burnt

That don’t mean he ain’t a pimp

Just cuz Muhammad Ali, shake a little

That don’t mean he ain’t a pimp

Just cuz Christopher Reeves can’t walk, in the Superman suit no more

Shit, that don’t mean he ain’t a pimp

Solomon, player…

It’s your thing… do what you wanna do I can’t tell ya, whose side to choose

It’s you thing… yeah, do what you wanna do I can’t tell ya, whose side to choose

Yeah…

Classy, see how I treat them hoes

That’s why them hoes keep it classic

And truthfully speaking, I’m a pimp player

So you can never pass me player

Confident with mine and myself

I jump back and kiss myself

You see a pimp, kick your feet up Trick on what, drink on who

Got the ladies screaming, S. Childs

Give me one more chance

A rapper’s groove so smooth, P. Diddy’ll dance

Whoo, child, pimp life kid daddy

G-Mack 'em daddy, I sell water to whales

And sell poppy uptown cocaine scales

I sell a carpet to nails

Done pimp the wardens in most jails

Electrifying, pimp talk

Hotter than the third rail

Straight to the stomach like Valentine ale

Smooth, and about my chips

But alert a motherfucker if shit fails

Come on For sure, the Theodore

And don’t be getting all upset

When your girl at the club and she dancing

And throwing it up with the gangstas

It’s a new time, a new place

Staten Island, we now own the City

Bloomberg, come up off the keys, you bitch ass nigga