Pimpin’ Pt. 2

By 50 Cent

On Bulletproof: The Soundtrack

Released on July 23, 2007

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[Intro]

Yeah, I'm back baby

You miss me? (Haha)

Come here


[Chorus]

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'


[Verse 1]

I am simply what you call a P.I.M.P

You could never go broke when your G tight like me

You wanna ride with the King of New York maybe

Get your money up, choose a pimp, then we can talk baby

They say the games to be sold, not told

I sprinkle a lil' shit in my lines, it's hot tho

You see the bitches I fuck with, you know it's real

I sweat 'em 'til I get em man, I stay on they heels

Fuck a parkin' lot

Everywhere I'm at, I'm pimpin'

Sunshine, rain, sleet or snow, mane

When I'm around, niggas handcuff they dames

I fuck 'em and send 'em home, and they don't love 'em the same

See my face on MTV, the mood just changed

She suddenly doesn't want you touchin' her, mane

I had the same affect on broads before the fame

Queen's track hustler point, niggas know me mane


[Chorus]

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'


[Verse 2]

I can see it in her eyes, she tired of the average life

Fuckin' with me, so subject to the lavish life

Follow instructions, baby the sky's the limit

If you believe, you get to see and achieve

But first, pass the weed

I was born to be a baller

Niggas be hatin' on a kid, I can't call it

I could be everything you need, the shoulder you lean on

The one that you talk to, the one that you keen on

If you're attractive, we get to thumpin' for awhile

If you listen long enough, my sense of humor'll make you smile

Got you outta pocket, now bitch go on choose a pimp

Doc pulled me out my momma, I've been pimpin' ever since

I'm a special kinda nigga, girl can't you see?

I talk my way out the hood on to your TV

I make changing your life appear so easy

But you gotta be 'bout your paper if you're rollin' with me

Let's go


[Chorus]

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'


[Verse 3]

I'm from a bottom from a bottom goin' to take it to the top

If you think we can't do it nigga watch as

We go to all the way to a drop

From a lil to a lot, put a touch up and we got it

She's far from average

She's a special lady

She'll do anything for me and that drives me crazy

We get our grind on

I let her blow on my dice

Then my luck change, I hit the h right twice

It's simple, it's mental, she down for me

When there's no one around, she's around for me

She's my sunshine after the rain, my joy after the pain

It's easy to comprehend, simple and plain


[Chorus]

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'

Ridin' in my Coupe DeVille

Pimpin', chrome on the spokes and grill

Pimpin', tell them what I taught you girl

Purse first, ass later

I be pimpin'