*featuring Jermaine Dupri
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[Chorus]
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
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Flow is flow
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Doe is do
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ho's a ho
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Chic's a chic
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Trick's a trick
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Bitch a bitch across the world
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So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl
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[Cam'ron]
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Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
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rip'em and rock'em
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but if I hit'em I pop'em
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but if I lick'em I lock'em
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and I ain't famous at all
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Let my game tell it all
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but they a pain in my balls
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got to train'em like dogs
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from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
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to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
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But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
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They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
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They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
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Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
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Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
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Mad depressed
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I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
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'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
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I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
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See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
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With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion
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[Chorus x 1]
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Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
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(Ain't no need to explain)
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Why is that?
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('Cause I'm from Down South)
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Well I got Down South game
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And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
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'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
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So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
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You ain't know I get cash to pimp
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go ask him, my whores are fresh
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Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
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tell you now backdoor's the best
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for the stress
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we never raw in flesh
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Why I'm sores aguess (?)
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I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
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condoms when i grab them hips
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kiss and mix you wrap them lips
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and if she act (smack the bitch)
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if she wack (smack the bitch)
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sad to see the way it had to be
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Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
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Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
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yo, my rhymes got a concubine
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'cause I control they mind
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avoid the crew
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'void the groove
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got more doe, than the fued
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got more hoes, than the few
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if I die they wouldn't know what to do
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whatcha think all they do is cry?
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tell you this between you and I
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forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide
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[Chorus x 1]
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And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
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Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
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and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
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Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
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I leave em past leaking
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Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
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He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
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But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
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Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
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But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
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And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
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Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
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And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
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They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
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You whylin out, for the styinout
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girls say I'm foul and doubt
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but baby got to understand
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that's what my style's bout
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[Chorus x 2]
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Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp
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A Pimp's A Pimp
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Cam'ron |