D-12 - Pimp Like Me lyrics

Whattup I gotta tell you motherf**ers the truth This is straight G sh** And all you can do is respect it [Swifty McVay] Well I'ma state my name, Swift McVay None of why'all n***az got sh** to say Rhymes keep comin off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed runnin things my way A selfish man, the back of the hand Be slappin the hell out of hoes because I can Prostitute, I want my loot And I don't give a f** about your broke-a** man and why'all givin n***az what they needin 'til b**hes understand I'm mean and Swift McVay is, blowin up Courvosier 'til I'm throwin up want to playa hate me, b**h so what? What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks? All you want to do is want to stick him up You want to rob me but I got too much (hah) D-12, naturally lifted You n***az better duck when I co*k the biscuit You f** wit me, I f** wit you Your entourage, n***a f** them too I got grenades What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do? (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) why'all major soft Cops gettin mad cause I paid 'em off, made 'em cough blood and sh** That's what the hell you motherf**ers get, we runs this b**h? So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to f** If you want head, then prepare to s** (do it) Even if the n***a don't care to nut For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks Respect the game, you just a s*ut So open your legs up and get my duck [Chorus: Eminem w/ Dina Rae] You just a .. (hoe) You just my .. (hoe) Dirty-a** .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my b**h [repeat first part 3X] Go get my .. (dough) Go bring me my .. (dough) Dirty-a** .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my b**h [Proof] I don't spit game, no longer than my name Then when my chain hang, my nuts do the same Don't pay p**y, p**y pay me b**h, s*ut, who*e or lady (yup) And knowin the fact, I was born to mack That's why I got a hoe in the back, blowin my sac Got good game, that's a hood thang What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang? Let 'em all bang, run that cheese Tell that trick n***a (come back please!) Rob a L7, that's a square You a bottom hoe, you got to know Off you I plan to make a lot of dough So s** fast b**h, and swallow slow [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) b**h quit talkin back [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Now walk the track [Kon Artis] I don't pay for a**, you pump my gas You get slapped when we're short of cash I get whiplash when I hit the gas And I holla out the window of the hatch Where's my scratch? b**h, that's, it s** it stroke it make me rich As a token of my appreciation it's another client for you to hit I don't give a f** if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation trick Now you're stuck with me, f** with me and I'ma slap you up in this truck You must be out your mind or somethin Cryin and whinin like you tired or somethin Go s** some head until it aches for Bufferin You don't work? You make nothin I'm just another case of a lazy husband [Kuniva] I want the paper stack Buy you an outfit, then take it back When you page me b*tch I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act (whattup) Hoes recognize, and n***az do too Cause they realize that n***az do shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute b**h hold my gat down when I shoot hoops (oh yeah) And don't be askin me, all kind of questions All hara**in me, callin stressin Or I may have to release some aggression Beat you to d**h and teach you a lesson Lookin for handouts like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down and f** my mans now Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house Off with the damn blouse and s** on my damn crotch [Chorus] [Bizarre] Sell that p**y Sell that p**y b**h Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich You gotta itch, you f**in dirty b**h Now get on the corner, and start s**in some dicks n***az want p**y, and I need cash So mom, get out there and start sellin yo' dirty a** Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em f** it; I'll let you hit one of my victims (Somebody help I'm on 7 Mile and ..) Shut up b**h, you talk too much Now you about to get f**ed in your dirty bu*t You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin Shut your f**in mouth and you'll be out by the mornin Cause I'm the dirties pimp, you ever heard of Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (b**h!) Go s** dick in the back of the party So what if you on your period, blood never hurt nobody [Chorus] [Eminem w/ Dina Rae] You just a .. (hoe) You just a .. (hoe) That's all you is .. (hoe, hoe, hoe) You just a, dirty a** b**h A dirty a**, nasty a**, stinky a**, filthy a**, stanky a** b**h (Oooh, ooh-OOOH) Hahahahaha... (lahhh-aHHH) But I love you... (hahaha) .. Kim (mmm) [Outro] And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimpin You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen you ever seen in yo' god damn life Yo this is Rondell Fiend on the scene And we keep the p**yholes smilin, because we always whylin YouknowhatI'msayin? f** all what everybody else talkin about We let you know right here Big pimpin, it ain't dead, we love gettin head, in a dirty-a** bed That's just what we do You know we was throwin h**n pimp parties back in 1968 The p**y is all great I'll see you at eight, b**h