My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy
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So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
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Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
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Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
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Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'
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Known around the world for my high post groomin'
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Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
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Got a girl who lives in Paris
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When I want her I beep her
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Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
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1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
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I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
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But pimpin' ain't easy
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But somebody gotta do it
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My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
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No more room in my diamond stash
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Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
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Gold knobs on my benzo dash
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Five freaks just to comb my hair
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Monograms on my underwear
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Bodyguards around so please don't dare
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You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
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Livin' my life is just so hard to do
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Makin' deals a million one or two
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Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
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Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue
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Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long
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Could never go broke because my banks too strong
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No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong
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And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song
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But somebody's gotta do it
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When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
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Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
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Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
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Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
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Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
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Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
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So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter
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To my jet and catch a midnight flight
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So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
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Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
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Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
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And there ain't nothin' in the word
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That me an "E" ain't done
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But somedody gotta do it
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Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!)
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| Ice-T |
