Cam'ron

Cam'ron - A Pimps A Pimp lyrics

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[Chorus] [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, babies with 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
 or Suger Hill like AZ
 when Party Time like plainly
 I'm So-So Def like JD
 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 they're dumb they're sashin
 you ain't know why you catch their pimp?
 go ask him, my whores are fresh
 so I afforded them
 'xplore the rest
 tell you now backdoor's the best
 for the stress
 we never raw in flesh
 Why I'm sores aguess (?)
 I done pay for 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
 smack the bitch the bitch don't smack me
 Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines
 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 Remmy now
 niggaz 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 c'mon feel me OWWW)
 I leave'm past sleeping
 last weekend
 I took Cardin to get his ass eatin
 he said you pass freepin'
 but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
 but if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
 parl' up
 to wash up
 but that's insulting
 revolting
 but if you clean we ballin'
 eat you 'till you catch convultions
 and girls all feen, for the bod
 on my team and my mob
 think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
 and all sluts, witht he V's
 let'em see how it be
 they be like "No, you ain't puttin' all that meat up in me"
 you wil'in 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Confessions of Fire (1998)

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