A Pimp's a Pimp

[Hook] [Jermaine Dupri] Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp Flow is flow Doe is do Ho's a ho Chic's a chic Trick's a trick Bitch a bitch across the world So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl [Cam'ron] Now when it comes to these hoes I did'em I got'em Rip'em and rock'em But if I hit'em I pop'em But if I lick'em I lock'em And I ain't famous at all Let my game tell it all But they a pain in my balls Got to train'em like dogs From how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch To how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga Mad depressed I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion Chorus x 1 Now baby-cakes what's you're name? (Ain't no need to explain) Why is that? (Cause I'm from Down South) Well I got Down South game And to mess wit' you this my last attempt Cause I only like when you're ass is bent So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent You ain't know I get cash to pimp Go ask him, my whores are fresh Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest Tell you now backdoor's the best For the stress We never raw in flesh Why I'm sores aguess (?) I get paper, yeah I stack them chips Condoms when I grab them hips Kiss and mix you wrap them lips And if she act (smack the bitch) If she wack (smack the bitch) Sad to see the way it had to be Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes Yo, my rhymes got a concubine Cause I control they mind Avoid the crew 'void the groove Got more doe, than the fued Got more hoes, than the few If I die they wouldn't know what to do Whatcha think all they do is cry? Tell you this between you and I Forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide Chorus x 1 And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now Niggas always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now And when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW) I leave em past leaking Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten He said you past freakin but I'mma ace so throw your cards up But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me" You whylin out, for the styinout Girls say I'm foul and doubt But baby got to understand That's what my style's bout Chorus x 2 Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp