J Dilla - Pimp Strut lyrics

[Dank] Yo We ‘bout to make your club bounce Make your broads trip You hit your gas you might crash your whip It's like that, from the Frank N Dank side of things Is'like a brand new vet, when them gear shift change We outta there, with yo' hunnies in tow I'm the one she really want, you a dummy with doe Just the way that we love ‘em, you think it's a curse We go out and live lives, put it down in a verse And the verses really real, they reality based So you gotta stay real with the role you play And I'mma play Madden and continue to grind And if you ain't down to shine, you can stand behind And watch us do it all, we keeping it movin' The same big move makin' you be claimin' you doin' You ain't really doin' much, you f**in' around So, me and my man's gon' hold it down [Chorus] You can bounce with a bounce with a bounce With n***as that's off the meter, rockin' a wife beater, yo And we gotta pimp strut like Fillmore Slim And we do it cause n***as want to feel more slim And we lookin' way pimpish in our jeans and Tim's Put everybody on pause and we freeze the gyms Like bounce, bounce with a bounce with a bounce Bounce with a bounce with a bounce Bounce with a bounce with a bounce [Chorus] (repeated) [Frank] (yeah, you can bounce) With a n***a who skate like roller skaters But my skate roll on 20s need adapters and spacers So my sh** don't rub, like I'm rubbin' on these a**es Smile in her face with every intention to smash it That's what that a** get, for choppin with a player I'm flagrant like Rasheed Wallace of the Trailblazers So let me blaze somethin', I leave a trail of broads Like Biz Mark when they caught the vapors I'm a person into making papers, so b**h please I'm searching for a chicken that can get at my cheese I'm sayin, pay my rent or somethin', or let me hit for nothin' Make your next move your best move is stop frontin' And when you do it you'll be happy you did You can put this joint in and rock slow with ya' friends And get learned how two true players is livin' And when you need it you can get a double-dose of this pimpin' [Chorus] [Outro] (Frank, Dank, and friend talking on the street) [Frank N Dank] What's the deal my n***a I need to party I need to party like a muhf**in' Jew dude What's goin' on man where they at? Where they at Parties everywhere You know I see am out here, I'm lookin' I really need to party [Friend](these boys talking bout parties, no one talking about the p**y) [Frank N Dank] Party for my mans I need that exclusive party Party for my mans, and it's ‘allll gravy' [Friend]You boys talk ‘bout parties and ain't no body talking bout no p**y [Frank N Dank]n***a what? [Friend]You boys talking the party and ain't no body talking bout no p**y [Frank N Dank]n***a, the parties is the p**y, you… shut up and pa** the blunt dog