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50 Cent PIMP
chorus2x)
i don't know what you heard about me
but a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
no cadillac, no perms, you can't see
that i'm a motherfucking p-i-m-p
(repeat)
(verse 1)
now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
she got a thing for that gucci, that fendi, that prada
that bcbg, burberry, dolce and gabana
she feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
i spit a little g man, and my game got her
a hour later, have that ass up in the ramada
them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
i got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
she like my style, she like my smile, she like the way i talk
she from the country, think she like me cause i'm from new york
i ain't that nigga trying to holla cause i want some head
i'm that nigga trying to holla cause i want some bread
i could care less how she perform when she in the bed
bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
look baby this is simple, you can't see
you fucking with me, you fucking with a p-i-m-p
(chorus2x)
i don't know what you heard about me
but a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
no cadillac, no perms, you can't see
that i'm a motherfucking p-i-m-p
(repeat)
(verse 2)
i'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
if you fucking with me, i'm a p-i-m-p
not what you see on tv, no cadillac, no greasy
head full of hair, bitch i'm a p-i-m-p
come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a p-i-m-p
roll in the benz with me, you could watch tv
from the backseat of my v, i'm a p-i-m-p
girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
we could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
we could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
if ever you needed someone, i'm the one you should call
i'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
if you got problems, i can solve'em, they big or they small
that other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
i'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
(chorus2x)
i don't know what you heard about me
but a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
no cadillac, no perms, you can't see
that i'm a motherfucking p-i-m-p
(repeat)
(verse 3)
i told you fools before, i stay with the tools
i keep a benz, some rims, and some jewels
i holla at a hoe til i got a bitch confused
she got on payless, me i got on gator shoes
i'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
man this hoe you can have her, when i'm done i ain't gon keep her
man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
you saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
bitch choose with me, i'll have you stripping in the street
put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
now nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
the last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
get your hoe out of pocket, i'll put a charge on a bitch
cause i need 4 tvs and amgs for the six
hoe make a pimp rich, i ain't paying bitch
catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, trick
(chorus2x)
i don't know what you heard about me
but a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
no cadillac, no perms, you can't see
that i'm a motherfucking p-i-m-p
(repeat)
yeah, in hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
in the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
they say i talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
i ain't got to slow down for you catch up,bitch.
50 Cent One fire der songtext zu meiner Hintergrundmusik ;-)
(Lloyd Banks)
New York City!
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks! G-Unit!
(50 Cent [Lloyd Banks])
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
(Lloyd Banks)
Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm buying diamonds by the pair
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I ball packed clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
(50 Cent [Lloyd Banks])
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
(Lloyd Banks)
If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spending quarters
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader
(50 Cent [Lloyd Banks])
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
50 Cent Piggy Bank
Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
[Bridge]
I get atchu...
My knife cut 'cha skin
I get atchu...
Blow shots atcha man
I get atchu...
2Pac don't pretend
I get atchu...
I put that to a end
[Verse One]
That shit is old, don't be screamin' "Get at me dawg!"
Have you runnin for ya life when I'm atcha point
I get to wavin that semi like its legal
A lil' nigga hurt his own lettin' off that eagle
You know me
Black-on-black bentley, big ole black nine,
I clap yo' monkey ass - a black-on-black crime
Big ole chrome rims clean, you know why I shine
Come on man...
You know why I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, teflon, final top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't get no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club"
My shit sold eleven mil - his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck wit me, if you wanna eat
Cuz I'll do yo' lil' ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah the homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals
But that's only New York, dawg, yo ass is local
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
[Verse Two]
Banks' shit - sells
Buck's shit - sells
Game's shit - sells
I'm rich as hell
Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it wit me - he in PC
Have a nigga run up on him wit a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeries
It's an emergency or Michael Jackson-cy
New picture of her she says she looks like me
Kelis said her "Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"
Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I'm in like, way out in Cali - niggas know you, cuz
First thing they say about you is yousa sucka fa love
This is chess not checkers these are rawin shots
After yo next move I'll give you what I got
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank
[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
Get more money! More money!
Yeah!
[Bridge]
I get atchu...
I punch outcha grill
I get atchu...
Let off that blue steel
I get atchu...
Nigga I'm fo real
I get atchu...
You getcho ass killed!
[Outro]
Yeah! Yeeaah! Hahahaha!
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin now man.
All that "Shoot 'em up" shit ya'll be talkin'!
You gotta do somethin' baby! I mean...
I mean come on man, everybody's listenin'!
Nigga ERR'BODY LISTENIN! Hahahahaha...
I know you ain't gon' just let Fifty do you like dat!
I mean, damn, rep yo' hood, nigga!
Nigga you hard, right? Pop off!
Yayo! Get mo' some niggas on the phone tell niggas I said clip up.
Niggas got a green light on this muthafucka.
Hahahaha...
50 Cent Just a lil bit
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thing, yeah work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' a lil' bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on ? cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' fuck a lil' bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon ha ha!
[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' a lil' bit
50 Cent If i can
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, and I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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