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Just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. Yeah. Here we go, fee-fi-fo. A giant-sized negro, checkin' mo' bankrolls. Smooth with the pimpin', the system is the ho. Ain't no sippin' in me. It's just the pimpin' in me. Used to buckle Eight, now I'm rollin' in a 6-0-0. Biscuitin' on plush Renzo's. Cops jock when I cruise around blocks 'cause they Think I got rocks. The cops got my name on file. They wanna get wild 'cause I'm rollin' in style. Peep game, listen to a mac drop hints 'bout A new type of pimp. My ho wears red, white, and blue. Always on TV tryna be a ho for you. The system used to go up in me and Now they wanna send me to the pen, G. It's just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. It's just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. Straight pimpin'. Just the pimpin' in me. It's just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. To my enemies, Big Bang take little bang. You lookin' kinda hard, but your beats ain't. Try to ride my jock to get paid. Fool, I'ma tell you why you can't fade. It's just the pimpin' in me. It's like that, Nigga. Jump up on the bandwagon. Taste a nut and keep naggin'. And I'ma still keep you suckas on chuck while I make another two or three million bucks. 'Cause it's the pimpin' in me. You wanna talk About props while you ride my jock, but you Can't knock my paycheck, hops. Back-to-back conflicts on wax ain't jack 'cause I Got contacts for contracts. Your lyrical content is moot 'cause big mouth niggas Don't shoot. You try to diss to get juice, But I got the loot, the loot, the loot. Do you want it? Pimpin' ain't easy, your contract's Greasy. Your manager is jerkin' so you blame me. And while you're rollin' in your girlfriend's car, Fool, I'm buckin' this Turbo R. 'Cause it's the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' In me. It's the pimpin' me. Just the pimpin' in me. Ain't no sippin' in this pimpin', fool. Just the pimpin' in me. Said it's all the pimpin'. Just the pimpin' in me. Straight pimpin'. But I ain't the one to start Limpin' 'cause that ain't the kind of pimpin' makes The lightest givin'. The system is built on greed And you got the need, so feed the greed And be freed. Yeah, come down, get your pimpin' right. Your nine-track got 'em all uptight. Stiff up on my grits, so don't try to Be swift and lift 'cause Mercury tips hit. I got game, I never gave a damn about Fame just as long as my check came. Ninth even Yacela raised me. Prime matter 1883 put the pimpin' in me. Criticized 'cause I got about fifteen cars. I don't break laws, so why you on my Drawers? Much green, five mil' more than your Frontin'-ass nigga seen. It's just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. It's just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' In me. Straight pimpin'. Just the pimpin' in me. Just the pimpin' in me. Haha. It's the pimpin' in me
Sir Mix-A-Lot — Just Da Pimpin' In Me
«Just Da Pimpin' In Me» — Sir Mix-A-Lot. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:18. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
