[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, all these niggaz out here wanna pimp now, man They done see Bishop Magic Juan They done watch Pimps Up, Hoes Down Niggaz wanna ask me, stop me in traffic asking me questions and shit Man, that's shit!
[Verse 1: Ice-T] I pimp a bitch into a brick wall, test my game You niggaz wanna get gangster, gonna test my aim If your bitches outta pocket, got yourself to blame Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, Iceberg's the name I mack a bitch into a coma with I roll up on her Get my brain up in her my brain, make her hook and love the corner Lot of y'all niggaz claim to kick it, but you're weak to me So you chillie ass pimps, don't even speak to me Known to be the coldest nigga, Cadillac track mack Smack the fucking whore unconscious if my trap ain't fat Whoring is from the hip, pimping is from the lip So nigga grab your dick and chop some fucking game of a bitch And stop stopping me in traffic, asking how I do it The pimp game is in my blood, nigga, thought you knew it You ain't cutting like this nigga, let me tell you why! I asked God to let me pimp or let me die!
[Chorus: Ice-T X2] Pimp or die I knocked fifty whores last week, twenty fell off I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft I left ten down the reign, but only one was true And I still got more bitches than you, Pimp or die!
[Verse 2: Ice-T] This ain't no game for lames nigga Grab your bitch, take her off and marry her Kid, this game'll bury ya Call the bitch, hit the track, some pimp took her You can't control a girl friend, more less a hooker Stop reading Pimp books, square up, get a job Sell dope, steal cars, get a gun, rob You're just a fan of pimping, and it ain't all good You're playing a minute you're goffen, I'm.. Tiger woods; Ain't no fair lane, you want a fair game, play cards baby Pimping ain't easy, but whoring ain't hard Dear God I break a trick, quick for those that know The only bitches that I fuck with, are those that whores
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[Verse 3: Ice-T] I got the brand new Ros', then throw you the keys I ride Satechi-Ro at thirty two degrees Nigga, you duck and run, faggot, I cock and squeeze And about the dough I blow, it's like it grow on trees You're talking lay away, I'm talking Corté You make a bitch your wife, I charge a bitch the day And every whore I know, do what the fuck I say Cause I'm a fucking pimp, nigga, you're fucking play First of, there ain't no crash course in this game In case you didn't hear me first time, Berg's the name Before you start, you gotta have a cold heart and colder dick All you wanna do is fuck, you was a straight trick Stand on a bitch, break your hand on a bitch Grind for your grip, except no shit Get your gear tight player, learn to act polite Get in the whore's head, fuck the bitch, you're after the bread Soothe it out pimp, mack with finesse and shawn And pretty soon you'll have hookers hanging over your arms But the game is played in dark streets, gators and concrete Your tracks lock is amaze, pimps sleave daze Whores run away, set you up to die But you wanted to live the life cause you did it this fly The pimp game is the moving target and you ain't that steady Stay the fuck off the track, pussy you ain't ready
[Chorus: Ice-T until fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
