Pimp Juice

One pound for the house

That's all we need baby

Just one for the house, whoa

Whoa, whoa, come on

Pimp juice hooh-ooh-hoo

I think I need to let it loose (Might think I need to let it loose)

Let her loose, let her loose

She only want me for my pimp juice (That's all she want me for, for real)

Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' new pimp juice

I think I need to cut her loose (It's time for homegirl to recognize)

Yes I do, yes I do

I'm in that seventy-four Coupe DeVille

With the power seats, leather, wood on my wheel

One-touch sunroof but leave it alone

Hoes see it, can't believe it it's going back on its own

Ooh, shit, that's how we do it, baby

Every day like this? Seven days

I tell you three-sixty-five

Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride

You acting like you never seen it before

Like them country boys ain't got no dough

Bitch please, get in, but don't you slam that door

(Dust your shoes off) Before you touch that floor

'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You're in a hurry (Slow down) and I might let you touch it

You ain't from Russia, so bitch why you rushing? She want my

Pimp juice hooh-ooh-hoo

I think I need to let it loose

Let her loose, let her loose

She only want me for my pimp juice (That's all she want me for)

Not my pimp juice, I'm talking new pimp juice

I think I need to cut her loose (I cut it lose for that habit)

Yes I do, yes I do

Now I'm clean as a whistle, yeah

Sharp as a razor, uh-huh

In anything from Timberland to Gators

Now listen, I play the haters ooh

Like they should be played

And uh, I love the ladies ooh

Like they should get laid

That's why I

I got my fade, everybody had braids

And now they

Switching to fades and I'm thinking 'bout braids

Just an example of pimp juice jackin'

If we were hooping, I'd be yelling, they hackin'

I see you momma in my Dolce Gabbana

Gucci and Prada, baby, I gotta lotta

The Lucciana ain't a problem for poppa

That's all you want, then baby girl, I'ma holla

'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You're in a hurry (Slow down) I don't like how you're acting

Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packing

She like my

Pimp juice hooh-ooh-hoo

I think I need to let it loose

Let her loose, let her loose

She only want me for my pimp juice

Not my pimp juice, I'm talking new pimp juice

I think I need to cut her loose

Yes I do, yes I do

Uh, hear me out now

Now your pimp juice is anything attract the opposite sex

It could be money, fame, or straight intellect

It don't matter, bitches got the pimp juice too

Come to think about it, dirty, they got mo' than we do

They got mo' juice in they talk

Got mo' juice in my walk

They got mo' juice in they veins

Ooh, Goddamn

I tell you man it's a crying shame

How people use the juice in vain

You hear me, man

Pimp juice is color blind

You find it work on all color, creeds and kinds

From ages 50 right down to 9

The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign

Watch me recline

'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?

You're in a hurry (Slow down) bitch I got all night

Matter fact, stand on my left boo, I know you ain't right

You want my (Come one)

Pimp juice hooh-ooh-hoo

I think I need to let it loose

Let her loose, let her loose

She only want me for my pimp juice

Not my pimp juice, I'm talking new pimp juice

I think I need to cut her loose

Yes I do, yes I do

My juice, my juice, she want the juice now

My juice, my juice, she want my pimp juice

My juice, my juice, she want my juice now

My juice, my juice, she want my pimp juice, ooh