P.I.M.P. (Snoop Dogg Remix) [feat. Snoop Dogg]

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana

She feed them fools' fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her

I spit a little G, man, and my game got her

A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick **** in her ear, sayin' they think about her

I got the bitch by the bar, tryin' to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York

I ain't that **** tryna holla 'cause I want some head

I'm that **** tryna holla 'cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed

Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid

Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see

You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P.

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

(G-mix) I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G

And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, and I'm a G

And I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

Yeah, bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on

I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong

You're dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die

Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side

I'm down with that **** Fifty, like I'm down with Blue

Fuck cuz, nah, ****, motherfuck you

G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy

**** in New York know how Doggy get down

I got my **** in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown

I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around

I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down)

That's waitin' on me to return

So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm (Word, word)

They love it when I get to crippin'

And spittin' this magnificent pimpin' (Pimpin')

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a blunt up out of me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, and I'm a G

'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a crumb up out of me

I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G

And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

You need to switch over and ride with a star, it'll get you far

I'm a P-I-M-P-G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb, got some tricks, but I ain't one

I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run

I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese

Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees

I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve

I ain't gotta give 'em much, they happy with Mickey D's, pimp

We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, dirty)

We drive old school, white walls with mink clothes

I spin the G-unit piece, and get 'em dizzy

Handcuff her if you love her, or your girl comin' with me

When your neck and wrist glow (What?) she already should know (What?)

That money make the world go round, so let's get mo'

It's time to show these playas how it should be done

You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-Unit!

I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah)

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah)

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Yeah, in Hollywood, they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness"

In the hood, they say, "There's no b'ness, like hoe b'ness"

You know, they say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch

Yeah