P.I.M.P. (remix) Karaoke - 50 Cent feat. G-Unit & Snoop Dogg

This title is a cover of P.I.M.P. (remix) as made famous by 50 Cent

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

In the same key as the original: E♭m

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2003
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriter: 50 cent, Kon Artis, Brandon Parrott

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Lyrics P.I.M.P. (remix)

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
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 & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies
They pay her 'cos they want her
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 'cos
I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla 'cos I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla 'cos 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 fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
G-G-G-G
G mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cos I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin'
C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cos I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch I got my
Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You're dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy
Fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens
I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan
I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan
Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when
I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah magnificent pimpin'
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cos I'm a G
'Cos I'm a motherfuckin'
C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cos I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin'
You need to switch over
P-I-M-P and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah I'm young but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla
I trip you, you try to run
I let 'em do as they please as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep 'em on their knees
Take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give 'em much
They're happy with
Mickey D's
PIMP
We keep it pimpin' in the South
You know how it go
We drive old-school
White walls with mink floors
I spin the G-Unit piece and get em' dizzy
Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me
When your neck and wrist glow she already should know
That money make the world go 'round so lets get mo'
It's time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential you might, could be one
G-Unit
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
P-I-M-P
Yeah
In Hollywood what they say is
There's no business like show business
In the hood they say
There's no business like ho business
You know
They say I talk a lil' fast but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up bitch
Ha ha
Yeah

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