E-Roc (The Coup) - Pimps (Free Stylin at the Fortune 500 Club) lyrics
[Boots as waiter] f** naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon [Rich female guest] Well anyway, I said, 'That's no burglar! That's my butler.' Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something [David Rockefeller] Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices We sing like authentic rappers [RFG] Oh David, you must do it for us [DR] Well if they could make this music more funky Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers (clears throat) Here we go [Verse 1 - Boots as David Rockefeller] Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller You could see I'm David Rockefeller So much cash up in my bathroom it's a Ready-Teller I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphillis But no need for prophylactics I'm gon' up you on some mean old mac sh** Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions If your a** occur, sh** It wouldn't be the first time I done made a ma**acre n***a please -- how you figure these Motherf**ers like me got stocks bonds and securities No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon When my family got they s** on Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster sh** Make the army go to war for Exxon Long as the money flow, I be making dough Welcome to my little pimp school How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules Flash a little cash, make you think you got cla** But you really selling a** and ho keep off my gra** Less you cutting it, see I'm running sh** Trick all y'all motherf**as is simps I'm just a pimp [Hook] [RFG]That is so cute! John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well? [John Paul Getty] Well, what should I do? [RFG] Why don't you rap for us? [JPG] No, I [DR] Come on, old boy, I did mine [JPG] I [RFG] It's so.. tribal [JPG]Well.. very well [RFG]Oh goody! [JPG] But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures We will begin at the commencement of the next measure [Verse 2 - E Roc as Jean Paul Getty] Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty I am tearing sh** up like confetti My money last longer than Eveready Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose This is just like the stroll But the hoes don't choose, I chose you No voodoo can hoo-doo you From getting treated like a piece of ol' b**boo. Who Do you think want those n***as that don't turn tricks? The loco ho in '94 is getting 86ed And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps I got the po'-po's for their daily pimp slap The motherf**er gangsta, rolling Fleetwood Caddy I'm that mack a** already pimped his daddy Lay you out like linoleum floors I'm getting rich off petroleum wars Controlling you who*es, making you eat Top Ramen While I eat shrimp, y'all motherf**as is simps I'm just a pimp [Hook] [RFG] Oh no here he comes [JPG] Oh don't look at him [Donald Trump] Are you fellows rapping? I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing You know one two three [RFG] Well actually, we were just leaving Verse 3 - [Donald Trump] And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money She want all she want this she want the ? of fun X amount of this like this ? gap hear me Hol' up your hand if you love the money Hol' up your hand if you love pigmeat Gun pon mi side mi afi k** somebody Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see