So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and

I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all these p**** cat that's in my lap no looking back

Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a Pimp, I'm glad it's night

So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yelling too soon! dont do it! reconsider!

Read some literature on the subject
You sure? F*** it
You know we got your back like chiropractic
If that b**** do you dirty
We'll wipe her a** out as in detergent

Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part

[Pimp C]
Sweet jones
My b**** a choosey lover, never f*** without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch b**** get the most, not the lesser

Dreads like the f**k for 40 dollars in the club
B**** f**k up the game, b**** gets no love
She be cross country giving all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pulling Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some b****es want to choose but them b****es too scary
Your b**** chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

[Bun B]

Baby you been rolling solo, time to get down with the team
Because it's greener on that other side if you know what I mean
I'll show you s*** you've never seen
The 7 wonders of the world

And I can make you the 8th if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burning up the paper on the dining room table

Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rocking precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar s*** up on my back
I'm a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar b****

Put my pimping in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C & B U N B
Cause whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe
Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We trying to get jones

[Big Boi]

Eeny mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slipping is something I don't do, tipping for life

That's like making it rain
Every month on schedule let me tell you
Get your parasol umbrella cause it's gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the C-Support
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she don't

Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers couldn't stop the
Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rock
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good

Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last pump
Dump dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick pick the kiddies up

Writer : HUTCH, WILLIE/BUTLER, CHAD L/FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing