50 Cent — Pimpin Pt. 2

[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, and 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 its 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, I'll send some humor, make you smile Got you outta pocket, now bitch go on choose a pimp Doc blew me, lost 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'