Who Are The Pimps Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

Who Are The Pimps Lyrics

    Stick up!!!
    All gwan put your hands up in de air
    And turn around with your face to the ground
    Stick up!!!

    Here we go
    Who are the pimps? who are the pimps?
    Wimps, sitting behind a desk
    You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction
    When you don't respond to them taxing
    You fuck a lot when you're tax exempt
    Like with the church, the rules were somehow bent
    The more money you make, the more money you can have
    You lose your mind after a while trying to just
    Grab and grab and grab and grab and grab
    Until the pimps roll around real mad, what they say?
    "pick up that money hoe!"
    You done all the work, but now a part of the show
    You're a hoe, you pimped all around real fresh
    Got letters on they chest spelling i, r, s
    And they be taxing, asking, sitting back relaxing
    Pimping asian, european, blacks and chicano
    Hah hah! but they can't pimp a wino
    Why? because a wino don't want nuttin
    It's when you try to get ahead they start frontin
    Capitalism -- the system of pimps and hoes
    I'm sorry that's the way it goes
    In this particular system everyone's a slave
    Racist is how they want us to behave
    White johnny, be fighting black michael
    Both are blind to the system's sick cycle
    In a circle psychotically they slay each other
    With a grin, because of color of a skin
    "pick up that money hoe!" (3x)

    Now we don't want to get you all alarmed
    A little education never did you no harm
    When africa's free the african will be free
    Capitalism says we're all in slavery
    They're not looking at the color of a human brother
    April 15th they're looking at your mother!
    "pick up that money hoe!"
    You work all week, and now your money has to go
    To a pimp, and it's you that limp
    They cut your check and take a tenth
    Don't wanna hear no lip, about support of family
    Cause on a piece of paper that's a fantasy
    They don't care if you're in a bad mood
    Your wife needs shoes, your kids need food
    Uh-uh, pick up that money honey
    The pimps so serious they're funny!
    They'll look you straight into your face
    And tell you that your money's going to a good place
    Like social security or welfare
    But if you go to the bahamas you'll see them all there
    "pick up that money hoe!" (4x)

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