E-40 - I'm Pimpin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Don P] Don P this, Don P that Don P pockets always fat I guess that's that on that Better get a Tic-Tac 'fore you start the chit chat I ain't Ludacris but n***a get back You like that group Kris Kross You wiggety wiggety wiggety wack Yea, and I'm a miggety miggety mack Spitting game to these hoes like Pimpin' Ken on the track Take a trip to Miami Where the ladies love me and n***as treat me like family Trill recognize trill, holla at your bo Over the hill, by the lake, posted up my bo See you a funny n***a, something like a joke And I'm a money n***a, something like not broke They say if it ain't broke don't fix it So I guess I'll keep on pimpin' [Chorus: repeat 2X] [E-40] Gals love me (cause I'm pimpin) Bars hate me (cause I'm pimpin) In V.I.P. (cause I'm pimpin) With my G's (cause I'm pimpin) [8 Ball] Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin) Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothin (I'm pimpin) [Verse 2: Dirty Mouth] I'm all about pimpin', mackin', hustlin', stackin' Everything I touch go gold or platinum Camera, action, don't forget about the lights Last name Dope and my first name Money Right The A is the city, the town is the click And I got my own hands, I can grab my own dick I rep who I'm with, that 3rd on the vick??? But last but not least, you know that BME click [Verse 3: Lil' LA] See I'm a trill n***a, so I speak trill talk Turn 'em off the Gucci Mane got millions in the vault A paid n***a from the ville So you hatin' n***as better chill, on the fake talk Runnin' off at your mouth like a replay But check out how my gun run the street play Pow, reloading on your b**h a** Sneak up from behind you like a snake up in the gra** [Chorus] [Verse 4: E-40] How can I have one tooth in my mouth And not a Scottish nickel to my name And still pull your booch like a crane Throw that n***a a towel He been dipped in s**a sauce I'm movin in You can tell that hoe a** n***a he can get lost Cause I'm the whip that is He the whip that ain't My whip like it been dipped in shellack His sh** look like spray paint Y'all be jockin My pockets hella fat How many rappers do you know that can turn down a $100,000 Can you do that? It's the year of the throwback And I ain't talking 'bout jerseys The original tycoon, playboy I'm back like herpes We burn Pirelli meets Smoke up the block and cause pollution Till the tires bald Till they smooth like Proactiv Solution I like to ball, but I ain't talkin bout hoopin I pump that weight like they do in the institution Your partners in the club lookin like they game boots My partners in the club lookin like a mafia ???? [Chorus]