Eric B. & Rakim - Like a Pimp lyrics

[Intro: Cuts] Like a pimp [Verse 1: Bun B] Say b**h I'm thinking of a master plan And I'm bringing this paper faster, than these other lil ba*tards can So I'm digging in my mind for the b**hes I broke And keep a player Paid in Full cause pimping ain't no joke You want to pop that p**y that's a slim a** chance Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance This C.O.D. n***a, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards Original old school rock balling rappers b**hes still say we high side call us sky cappers But why slap us when you think a n***a down on his luck You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck Now what the f** part of the game taught y'all that b**h play See we makes a b**h pay, like a b**h weigh And then a b**h stay, wouldn't sit still, f** how this sh** feel This ain't studio pimping, this sh** real pimping [Hook: Pimp C] I got them b**hes popping p**y getting buck And you know that we couldn't give a f** I got them b**hes on the corner selling co*k And the game that we go don't stop I got them thug a** n***as with the syrup And you know that we always blowing herb And in the club man you know we stay strapped And b**h you know that it ain't about this rap [Verse 2: Bun B] To many n***as out here buying hoes a meal n***a that ain't the way a b**h supposed to feel I close the deal from the front door f** me right and s** me tight And you just might hit the blunt ho I don't stunt and blow smoke up your a** baby But don't be acting all saditty with cla** baby You with a n***a such as my self it'll cost you So pay before a n***a f** around and be the tosser [Verse 3: Pimp C] Sweet Jones, gripping grain With all that sh** you talk ain't got no bezatine chain And most of y'all n***as ain't nothing but tricks But we sipping lean and breaking bricks Popping pills, work the wood wheel f** where you're from and f** how you feel If you want to go to war I'll take you to war I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car [Hook v2: Pimp C] I got them b**hes popping p**y getting buck And you know that we couldn't give a f** I got them b**hes on the corner selling co*k And the game that I got don't stop I got them thug a** n***as with the syrup And you know that we always blowing herb And in the club man you know we stay strapped And b**h you know that it ain't about this rap b**h n***as getting hit in the front I give a f** b**h you can hit the blunt And everyday young boys that's paid Lay it down when we chopping on the blades [Verse 4: Juicy J] I'm always trying to put in work, n***as wanna do my dirt Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the f**ing seeds Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them f**ing keys Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twa*ky things Kids, I'm a role model, Police, I'm a dope man Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap People say that pimping dead, never has it left the map Optimos, a fifth of crown red eyes with a frown n***as with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt, plastic Glock Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash I'mma go pimp a b**h,I'mma like, wicked witch Always learn to watch your friends, backstabbers cause a snitch [DJ Paul] Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind The main thing f**ing up these hoes is their f**ing friends You remember back in day it was n***as pimping hoes Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes What the business what the deal man these hoes got me f**ed Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck Oh you f**ing with my cheese oh you f**ing with my paper b**h you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her I ain't mad about my girl licking p**y with a girl Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world b**h I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese Now n***a now you talking hoes get to walking And I ain't trying to hear that bullsh** b**h walk (b**h!) [Hook v2] [Outro: Pimp C] Hold up, hold up