Elijah Baker - Respect The Pimpin lyrics

Ooh, respect the pimpin' Ooh, respect the pimpin' I'll never forget the Ward Brothers player Old school pimps like Roosevelt Taylor The list goes on for like three generations Oakland pimp sh**, all in your face man Some other cities take pride in trickin' You can hear it when their rappers start spittin' Instead of you and yo' woman gettin' money together You do all the hustlin' and she gets all the cheddar You tell her go shop but she ain't got a job Then you brag in your raps, to me it sounds odd 'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O They taught me real good how to send a hoe And now you n***as tryin' to bend the rules You must have came up around some friendly dudes You need to stop doin' all that extra simpin' And change the words in your song and respect the pimpin' You've got money but you got no game Think all the ladies wanna love you? Probably gotta make it rain Take her shoppin', respect the pimpin' You a front for the game, you was posin' Got your gators and your super Q Can you feel me? Respect the pimpin' All I wanna be is well known now Drive a 'Lac, big mack and do my own style Keep a freak on the street that fit the profile At the pad, money stack, watchin' dough pile Reminiscin' of a player that I once knew He had it all, went broke but he still kept it true Bounced back like a real mack, got a new sack New hoes, new clothes and found a new track Now that's a player that I always wanna be like Did dirt, went to church and lived the street life Ask Short, ask Snoop, we gon' tell you the truth A real pimp keep a prostitute and she get lots of loot Do what she got's to do Come back with moolah like she 'posed to do And stay close to you, so if you ever fell Here's the one most important thing about this tale Ask Michelle, Tammy and Nell when they went to jail They know who came through with that bail, it was me 'Cause I respect the P, do the same Don't be no lame, respect the game Ooh, respect the pimpin' Ooh, respect the pimpin' Ooh, respect the pimpin'