(feat. Almighty Infinite , Big Boy, Buddah Bless , E)



[Intro: Almighty Infinite (Boy Big)]

I remember when he was a young boy, I knew his mama for years

Now he wanna be, wanna be a player, I remember him

Had a snotty nose, couldn't know how to tie his shoe

Now he wanna be, a drug dealer, so called pimp

And his macking game, ain't all that

I knew his father... father wasn't all that

(Pimp party) pimps (pimp party) hoes

(Pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party)

Oh shit, yo, it's a pimp convention going on in New York City, boy

Yo, you best to get down, we over here in New York City

With the baddest, the finest, finest broads out here in New York City

I tell you boy, we got ass shaking, we got titties shaking

All here, my brother, we gotta come on down, to the pimp convention



[Chorus x4: Boy Big]

Pimp party, chillin' at a pimp party (oh oh oh)



[Eyes Low]

Come and ride with me, where the pimps hang

Big chains, wrapped around necks, specs, under slick rings

Burri' bird los', tan timbs, throwbacks

Heavy cognac, stains on cherry fur coats

Most chicks drink, almost every bird choke

But the party over, when that dessy bird smoke

You already hold folks, it's a don affair

Find a freak with blondish hair, and palm aware

Got my ex-cons in here, with arms to bare

I'm the next, starved for beer, the bomb this year

Yeah, dough we get, that 'dro, we click, that after

Shows, we rip, them hoes, get pimped in fashion

Mo' get sipped, and clothes get stripped, we smashin'

Our boa constrict', deflictin' big compactions

We ain't leavin' til we rip every last dime

Pimp never had blind, bitch better have mine, have mine



[Chorus x4]



[Interlude: Almighty Infinite]

Oh shit, yo, the fucking Bishop Don Juan

White Mo, Jody, muthafuckin' Ribbon Shift

What up my nigga, yo, it's a pimp party

Up in this bitch, boy... we got the pimps to the left

And all, youknowhatimsayin, we got the hoes to the right

And shit, we got pimps in front of me, I got pimps in back of me

Yo, it's gotta be a muthafuckin' pimp party, man

Yo, why the fuck your jewels shining like that, man

Gold ass creak, bigger than hell, man

Yo, that fur coat you got on my brother, yo, word is bond

The illest, man



[Chorus x4]



[Buddah Bless]

Yo, I leave the lab, ghetto fab, from toe to head

Chillin' in some of the codest red

You know I leave the soldier's bread

You know I cock back the hammer, muthafucka, better hold ya head

Now it's gator and ostrich convention

And I got the mack of the year, spot milked

In this tear drop silk, it's pimpin'

Got the beaver skin limped in

Respect robe with the best hoes in pink mink

Sweatin' my ever wish, like I Dream of Jeannie

So they all walk around in g-string bikini

A g' thing, believe me, not everyone's able

I'm gettin' bread off the book, under the table

I'm gettin' head off the hook, under the table

Pour my bottle, bitch, sippin' on a bottle of Crys'

High rollers in this joint, that's been pimpin'

Since pimpin', been pimpin', been pimpin'

Hollywood to Detroit



[Chorus x4]



[Outro: Almighty Infinite]

Yo that's your Pink Cadillac parked out front

Yo, whose Rolls Royce is that

Yo, hold up, who just pulled up in that Bentley, hard, right there?

Oh shit, these pimps done went crazy

They done tripped over New York City

We gonna have a new pimp convention in New York City, today

What's going down, out here, yo where Foxy Brown, where Pam Grier?

Yo, somebody tell me something, I'm bout to lose my mind

We got all this good shit out here, the flyest women

The baddest players, players among players

Players don't even know they players yet

The whole nine yards...