Something `bout Pimpin` Lyrics

Something `bout Pimpin` lyrics

[Featuring Too $hort]

JT Money:

I got a problem with this punk ass
bitch I know
Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
An untrustworthy bitch
like delilah
Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her mother
fuckin' face
Bitch got some good neck
But the little trick need to learn
some respect
She made me beat her ass.
Take a nigga out this game.
See
I don't beat my hoes cause all my hoes is payin'
But this one act like she
don't understand
You is the bitch, me, I'm the man
Remember dat shit,
then learn to submit
And that when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked
little hard headed
trick
See a nigga know about ya
And I know a dollar
bill 'll bring tha ho outcha
Then you got the nerve to claim you better than
the rest of my hoes
When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my
hoes

Chorus: Somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this
game
Somethin' about pimpin'
The hoes be off the chain
Somethin' about
pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
Cause this
players gotta keep a fat knock

Too Short:

I'm like JD
Walker
Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
Bitches workin' all night like
a stalker
Gettin' every last nickel dime and quarter
Pimpin' ain't hardly
nuthin' new to me
Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
I knew what I
wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
I ain't want no wife
I used to
walk real cool like my leg was broke
And I still do, now I get paid from
hoes, Beeitch
Cuz this East side nigga don't care
Since I was nine years
old I been a player
And now I got a lot 'o women
It's never
endin'
It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'
Chorus

JT
Money:

Now, one time for you H-Os
You wanna try a real player bout
his pesos
Hey hoes, I know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come
up
Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups
So wut up all I
wanna do is get this money witcha
I'm dead serious, I ain't tryin' to be
funny witcha
I teach tha game but It ain't for free
When I see you with
some change you just bring it to me
See you can come up in this game
And
you can get hurt ho
When you in public just remember who you work
for
Cause all them tight ? cats gonna come try to holla
So called
ballers, flashin' they dollars
Hatin' J baby, you just play it crazy
Let
him spend his loot on them boobs
So you can pay
All I want is the
bread
He want the pussy and head
Don't be misled just remember everything
I said
Beotch

Chorus Until End