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American Pimp by Phunk Junkeezالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

American Pimp by Phunk Junkeez

Down-sun setting,
'84 4-door Caddy--roof to the floor--black and red, mama bought for ya.
You're just a silly little wanna-be punk-ass, backdoor, truck-store, cowboy crusin' crack...
...Storytellin', lady-smackin', fake pimp-ass pinky ring,
Stealin' things your mama bought for ya.
You wanna-be suburban ass kingpin, gold grill,
Livin' for the thrill, you're nothin' but a G thing.

American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Mackin' in your ride, ladies lookin' so fine,
Ya see she got no class, on the floor suckin' glass
Real fast, smokin' more, I'm so sorry you're a whore.
Keep ya steppin', what a pity, what's a pretty fucked up scene.

Police statement...now you're sleepin' in a cell.
It's a real living hell...your punkie, he's a junkie,
Shootin' dope in his veins...you're wheelin' and dealin' and feelin' the pain.
You're a joke, you're broke, you're up in smoke...now look at you.

American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
An Elvis motherfucker...wifebeater...and gold chains.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Now you're claimin' you ain't flamin', but you're gamin' like you hip-hop.
Flip-flop, monkey boy, or the big top.
Big pimpin' in a fagazine--but you're fake like plastic cellophane limosuines.
Pitiful, don't mean digital, unedible, lifestyle not credible.
It's the unforgettable American ones...who live so fast and die so young.

Live so fast and die so young. [Repeat: x4]

American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Man, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Candy-hair grease, black Dickies, and Gucci shades
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Live so fast and die so young. [Repeat: x4]

Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Writer : CHRIS JOHNSON, PHUNK JUNKEEZ, VICTOR MURGATROYD
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group