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Too Short - What's a Pimp? lyrics
Damn Sometimes we lose some good ones mayn y'know? They don't really understand this playerism Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know? I'm a P-F-L, sworn to the P.I. I spent so many days with you, so many nights It's nice, I wanted you to be my only wife We didn't make it, I couldn't take it I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it And now I see why, since I was knee high I swore to live and die by the P.I. And I'm stayin true, born in this game and it's payin too I wish I could have stayed witchu But it's over, I love you and I still care We can kick it any time, but I'm still a player ... damn you got that look I like I tried to settle down it felt like you took my life I left town, I got women all around While I was out soul-searchin, guess what I found? The more hoes the merrier, you think I wanna marry her? Bitch that sounds scarier and scarier I need to have a few wives Cause I don't wanna come home and tell you lies In my heart I think I found her if she feels the same You think I've changed, think I'd play her if I'm still in the game? Hell yeah! One woman, I don't think so I let the game be my wife, and I'm faithful I never do her wrong, I never cheat on her And if the game was baseball, I'd be on first [Chorus:] (I see you watchin this) I see you watchin (I know it looks real hot up in here) It's pimpin baby (But what's a pimp?) Oh you know (I say but what's a pimp?) (They wanna be like this) They wanna be like this (I know it looks real fly up in here) It's real fly (But what's a pimp?) (I say but what's a pimp?) It's like this I don't lie, I told you what I felt at the time I wasn't high, I know you see yourself in my rhymes A lot of women I dealt with, could hear these words And realize there's no way I could still be hers Unless you wanna share me with a hot one named Tarrie And don't get mad at me when I'm out poppin cherries I know some ladies they just wanna have babies Collect child support from rich men in Mercedes It's cool, but that's not what players do Get with me, those days are over, I swear it's true You're through, havin sex for nothin Hopin some day some man'll give you somethin Your own bank account - don't laugh, it's not funny You only fucked with him cause he got a lotta money But you never get paid, don't lie to me You just look good, and you get to ride for free What you eat and what you drink, you trade for sex Pick you up in the Benz, next day in the Lex Are you happy? Do you think you're, on a roll? Do you love your life? Are you achievin any goals? Or are you sad, mad cause it ain't your way? Call mom and dad they'll be glad that you ain't gon' stay Or call me, I got a solution Choose me and then hit the top with your new man [Chorus w/ variations] I don't have fantasies, just needs I need more than one woman to please And she's like a love roller coaster, the thrill never lasts And I always seem to find some better ass Some bitch that can suck better, get wetter She got them super skills to do anything you let her So I'm done with you, I still care I love you baby but I'm still a player I always been aware and I never been scared Found some magazines on the top they said Player$ I was young but I was old and I wanted those hoes Found out playin with girls was mo' fun with no clothes You can call it what you want to, Doctor or House Hide and Go Get It, then I'm knockin it out If she ain't widdit, I find another little chick I'm quick to switch, even when I was six I had a backup bitch, when my bitch would trip I'd go play with my other girlfriend and get me a kiss And at the age of thirty-six I'm to the same old tricks Too $hort baby no the game don't quit I'm playin games with these lame brains Treatin superstars, like some plane Janes I wanna get new thangs, so I used the game to maintain Bitch I refuse to change [Chorus w/ variations] [Singer from Chorus:] Minks and pinky rings and them Some so why should you begin Livin, the world that they are perceivin Ho-ohhh, is everything that you see Really good enough to be Part of the pimp life, ohhhhhh. [Chorus w/ variations to fade (quickly)] |
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