E-40 It's Pimpin' Lyrics

Loyalty and Betrayal Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Loyalty and Betrayal
  • 3 Lace Me Up
  • 4 Ya Blind
  • 5 Sinister Mob
  • 6 Nigga Shit
  • 7 Nah, Nah...
  • 8 Pop Ya Collar
  • 9 Record Company Shit
  • 10 To Whom This May Concern
  • 11 Like a Jungle
  • 12 Behind Gates
  • 13 Doin' the Fool
  • 14 Flamboastin'
  • 15 It's Pimpin'
  • 16 Clown Wit It
  • (What is it?)
    It's pimpin', what.. (what is it?)

    [Chorus: x2]
    It's pimpin' with me, what is it with you?
    ***** hit the strip and do what you do
    (Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
    (I'll be right back, when I be right back)

    Trying to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear *****es
    Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
    That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
    And believe that, everything I tell her to do is for the best
    Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
    You mean to tell me you trying to jump camp
    After a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
    You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo'
    I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
    That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
    Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
    I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone
    Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
    Break a *****, pimp ****, L-are-P's
    Long Range Pimping hoe, overseas
    Whites blacks Filipinos, Vietnamese
    Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno ***** please believe


    [Chorus 2]
    (It's pimpin') all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, *****! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin') all day, everyday, that 40 play
    But he say, she say, *****! That-a-way
    (It's pimpin')

    She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
    Til I turned her out, now she's ***** trained
    ***** trained, not potty trained, but ***** trained
    Pimping you hard, you got some game!
    This one of the ones, I like this knock
    Who did the beat? My ***** Rik Rok
    He a fool, that **** on hit
    You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre ****
    Blaring, imagine that **** on blast
    At the Arco station after the club, pumping some gas

    (Wait a minute, wait; hey hold up
    Baby, hey sweetie! Hey look here baby
    Underdig this, ya underdig? Hey look here
    You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
    Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
    All I want to do is manage you)


    [Chorus 2]

    She said, just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
    I'ma put it down for you
    Represent that Sic'Wid'It
    Whatever you want me to do!
    She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
    As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got)
    Pimping and pandering, handling these hoes
    Penitentiary chancing it with these hoes
    Checking the track, collecting my scratch, and slamming Cadillac doors
    Counting my stack, spat to them straps
    Directing the mannerisms of these hoes
    Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes
    Sicking my *****es on these rappers cause they be paying these hoes


    [Chorus 2]

    For real for real *****, I bet you that
    I see a ***** ***** I bump the fattest ***** in the club
    ***** bout my pimping *****, I give a **** and a half
    I refuse to be living under a bridge an'
    Pushing some **********ing grocery baskets pimping
    Why know what I mean? (Cause it ain't in a ***** beauty
    It's in her duty man, you know what I'm sayin?)
    Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll
    Put a wig on a pig man, I mean so fat)
    Hey ***** hey ***** doe I'm just curious doe pimping
    Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe for real?

    (Man I'm six deep with no sleep man
    I mean fat knees, to clacking they toes
    A tapping, I'm bout a pimp smacking
    I don't do nothing but finesse rest and dress man
    And let these *****es do the rest, why know what I mean?)

    Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat)
    That is the best game I can smell pimpin
    I promise you, it don't get no better man

    (I mean, I used to do this since way back when man
    I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man
    And I'll put a ***** on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
    And tell that *****, that-a-way!)

    It's pimping to me
    (It's pimpin!)
    (It's pimpin!)

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