Mr. Porter - Pimp Like Me lyrics

[Eminem] G-sh*t [Bizarre] Whattup I gotta tell you motherf**ers the truth This is straight G sh** And all you can do is respect it [Verse 1: Swift] Well I'mma state my name, Swift McVay None of y'all n***as got sh** to say Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed running things my way A selfish man, the back of the hand Be slapping 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 Y'all giving n***as what they needing 'til b**hes understand I'm mean and Swift McVay is, blowing up Courvosier 'til I'm throwing up Wanna playa hate me, b**h so what? What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick him up You wanna rob me but I got too much (hah) D12, naturally lifted You n***as 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) Y'all major soft Cops getting 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 [Hook: Eminem (Dina Rae)] You just a .. (ho) You just my .. (ho) Dirty-a** .. (ho) I'm yo' pimp, you my b**h Go get my .. (dough) Go bring me my .. (dough) Dirty-a** .. (ho) I'm yo' pimp, you my b**h [Verse 2: Proof] I don't spit game, no longer than my name The way 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 knowing the fact, I was born to mack That's why I got a ho in the back, blowing 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 ho, 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 talking back {​​*swish-slap-swish*}​​ (AH!) Now walk the track [Verse 3: 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'mma slap you up in this truck You must be out your mind or something Crying and whining like you tired or something Go s** some head until it aches for buffering You don't work? You make nothing I'm just another case of a lazy husband [Verse 4: Kuniva] I want the paper stack Buy you an outfit, then take it back When you page me, b**h, I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act (whattup) Hoes recognize, and n***as do too Cause they realize that n***as do shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute b**h hold my gat down when I shoot hoop (oh yeah) And don't be asking me, all kind of questions All hara**ing me, calling stressing Or I may have to release some aggression Beat you to d**h and teach you a lesson Looking 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 [Hook] [Verse 5: 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**ing dirty b**h Now get on the corner, and start s**ing some dicks n***as want p**y, and I need cash So mom, get out there and start selling yo' dirty a** Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em f** it; I'll let you hear 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 whoring Shut your f**ing mouth and you'll be out by the morning Cause I'm the dirties pimp, you ever heard of Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (b**h!) Go s** dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period? blood never hurt nobody [Hook] [Eminem (Dina Rae)] You just a .. (ho) You just a .. (ho) That's all you is .. (ho, ho, ho) 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: Rondelle Beene] And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen You ever seen in yo' god damn life Yo this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the p**yholes smiling, because we always wilding YouknowhatI'msayin? f** all what everybody else talking about We let you know right here Big pimping, it ain't dead, we love getting head, in a dirty-a** bed That's just what we do You know we was throwing h**n pimp parties back in 1968 The p**y is all great I'll see you at eight, b**h