Pimp on Lyrics by Twista

Pimp on Lyrics

    [Intro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
    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?

    [Interlude]

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

    [Verse One: Twista]
    Peep how the Twist' puttin down the luchie while smokin a lot of dro
    Whatchu know 'bout checkin yo' paper for a down-ass 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 bitch
    Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
    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'ma 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 onnnn (pimp on)
    Pimp-pimp onnnn (pimp on)
    Pimp onnnn (pimp on) pimp pimp on!
    Then get your pimp on
    Pimp pimp onnnn (and if you want it the 'Llac with three hoes in the back)
    Pimp-pimp onnnn (feelin like a mack while you checkin yo' scratch)
    Pimp onnnn (then you gettin yo' pimp on) pimp pimp on!
    Then get your pimp on

    [Verse Two: 8 Ball]
    Uhh.. 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
    Shit 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 ass hoe
    The rougher I treat her she love a nigga even mo'
    Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes
    Knock bitches from them niggaz who act like hoes
    I'm mink draggin out my 2-2 Paddywagon
    Sittin on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats
    Ball not a bitch ass, and I don't make deals
    Peel a meal from a pussy, know how that feels?
    High heels and furs, Lexus his and hers
    Hpnotic, 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]

    [Verse Three: Too ]
    Playa getcha pimpin 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]

    [Outro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
    Yeah, Bishop Don Magic Juan
    Ain't no shame, in my game
    Good game, is happenin everyhere
    [Interlude plays in background]
    Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami
    New York, Chi-Town, WORLD-WIDE!
    CHUUUCH IS HERE!

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