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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Background Vocals
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Kristi Floyd
Kristi Floyd
Background Vocals
Pimp C
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Producer
Skip Holman
Skip Holman
Mastering Engineer
Pimp C
Pimp C
Producer

Lyrics

You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy things, fly bitches and pinky rangs You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy things, fly bitches and pinky rangs You ain't never seen A pimp that's rolling this clean, oh yeah You ain't never met a nigga like Pimp C hoe 'Fore you come into my room take off your shit at the do' If you coming to my hotel then you came to fuck And if you fucking with a Pimp then bitch your game is up If your bitch get mad when you play this talk Put her ass out on the highway, make that bitch walk I ain't make this shit, fuck this shit old You need to stop treating these bitches like ladies And these nice ladies like hoes Standing on the front row, man this hoe a trip She done opened up her legs and let me scope the pussy lips Later on tonight, I'ma get behind her I hope this bitch don't act like Pimp C care for no vagina Well you can catch me shopping, checking out the hoes bopping Chopping up game to keep 'em lap hopping Pop in to the? show-stopping Propping up a wheel and maybe ass dropping Breaking haters off can't be mistaken for faking Fools are the ones left shaking, flaking Marijuana deals with Jamaicans Baking up the powder to a fat cake an' Mashing from the scene almost crashing, flashing Cop lights keep a player dashing Cash-in, on the crack course, paper stashing With a passion for high-priced fashion My dang clothes and my eighty-fo's clanky God thank ye, motherfuckers acting cranky Stanky, attitudes be janky I think he, gon' hafta feel the sting from the rang on my panky You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy things, fly bitches and pinky rangs Think I ain't heavy stroking, you must be joking Toking, on some shit I don't even be smoking That coke and, marijuana got yo' ass loc'n Croaking, sleeping motherfuckers 'til they woken I'm still crunk at five in the morning Why yo' ass yawning? I'm flowing 'til the crack of dawn an' Laughing as ya pawn ya possessions Yes it's been worldwide tested Showing off my diamond investments A bitch, ain't shit to a pimp A twenty ounce steak and some fried side of shrimp A 600 S's, now the 6 drop Everything I ride original no kits on them chops 18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires When I ride by all them bitches get they pussy all on fire Bitches say I high side, hoe it ain't no thing Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang You ain't never seen, how a pimp be oh so clean Fly women and fancy things, fly bitches and pinky rangs Whats up Rick, yeah, hold up hold up What's up Greek, whats up Goodie Mob, Organized Noise, Geto Boys know what I'm talking 'bout? OutKast, you know Atlanta in the house Jackson in the house and Memphis in the house New Orleans in the house, hold up Man I'm coming down like that, coming down like that Coming down like this, I'm coming down like this Coming down like that, coming down like that, hold up, hold up Huh, hollering at the Boys off Botany (the Boys off Botany) Dem boys off Scott, them boys on the Scott Hollering at the boys, hold up man, hold up Talking 'bout the South, talking 'bout Screw Talking 'bout the North, I'm talking 'bout the North Talking 'bout the East, I'm talking 'bout the West Talking 'bout the West
Writer(s): Elgin Evander Turner, Gary E. Grice, Clarence Reid, Robert F. Diggs, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Russell T. Jones, Dennis David Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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