Pimps Lyrics

Pimps lyrics

Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that
my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and
Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we
do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you
muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music
more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears
throat*)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see
I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm
outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for
prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my
cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass
occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please
how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and
securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their
sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army
go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to
my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the
rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really
selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running
shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a
pimp
*chorus*
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us
with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for
us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh
very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand
gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get
ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money
last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never
lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes dont choose, I chose
you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of
boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The
logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots
and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker
gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his
daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum
wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp,
y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
*Chorus*
Oh no here he
comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie
um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were
just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump
Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta
heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want
all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap
hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you
love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna
mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
*Chorus*
Well how did you like that
then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing
to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I
remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for
you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah
Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we
are taking all these motherfucking
shit
Yeah we are taking all
these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these