Lyrics

[Intro: Common] Yeah, yeah You know They call me a pimp And you know what that mean? I'm a pimp in making profit See, I pimp internationally I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted I pimp with the truth, that's the only method [Verse 1: Common & MC Lyte] I seen her on Madison Where Vice Lords be travelin' and Chevy windows be rattlin' Badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig Askin' her the name wasn't the way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom, and culture The way a righteous pimp is supposed to As he came closer, in his eyes, I seen fortune I ain't havin' it like abortion Walkin' with this stick, huh, holdin' his tip Looked like a Black Panther that was tryin' to pimp It was cold as shit, I'm waitin' on my ride Act like I didn't see him, I tried Motion denied, I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers She was used to seein' pimps in furs and gators Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand I'ma take you to a pimp's promised land Where no man can break you, break you, break you [Chorus: Bilal] Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers Everybody stuck in it, oh my God Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers Everybody stuck in it, oh my God [Interlude: Common] (Yeah, girl, come over here, check it out) [Verse 2: Common & MC Lyte] Make your next move your best move, choose me How I look workin' for a nigga in a kufi? If I was on a track, you couldn't produce me With them shits on your wrist lookin' goofy (Yeah, okay) I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel You been on the streets, I'm tryna take you to another level You used to the same game, cats sayin' the same thing Nigga, you gon' ho underground or ho mainstream? Nigga, you must not know of me (Come on now) I'm the mack here, oughta have you ho for me (Get real now) Pimp your punk ass, have you write me poetry I'm from a lane called cash, you too slow for me You know why? I'm thinkin' bigger than baguettes, furs, and slick cars Or have you on the corner trickin' in strip bars If you become mine, the world'd be ours Respect the game and universal laws What? I oughta pimp-slap your ass and make you fall against the wall (Try it) Why you in the game if you ain't even tryna ball? I know pimpin' ain't easy, but, damn, you barely survivin' We can't ride together 'cause you ain't drivin' (Oh, it's like that?) [Chorus: Bilal] Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers Everybody stuck in it, oh my God Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers Everybody stuck in it, oh my God [Interlude: Common] (This, this really how I look at it, check it) [Verse 3: Common & MC Lyte] You and I together is like Ashford & Simpson Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustlers convention Think I'm gon' risk my ass, then give you the cash? (Yup) That shit is the past, I got my own stable (Where?) I oughta pierce your navel and put you on a track Matter fact, I been lookin' for a ho that's abstract Girl, you gettin' beside yourself I'm tryna guide you, help you see inside yourself I pimp with vision, I'ma help you see the light Have you coverin' your body and have you eatin' right Is that right? (Mhm) I pimp hoes, pimp pens (Pimp what?) Pimp rhythms, pimp flows, pimp men (And pimp what?) Pimp systems, got a store called Big Pimpin' (Where?) Down south, in Texas, I ran the best ho house (Well, so?) I pimp from Brazil to, um, Tokyo Had Japanese broads sayin', "Choushi wa dou" (Yeah, right) Bring 'em back to the States to turn dates from Europe Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer Why you laughin'? I'm laughin' 'cause you funny I make bitch niggas like you have my money I get six hundred off your skinny ass weekly You'll get all them righteous hoes in them dashikis Yo, whatever happened to loyalty? Don't you wanna become royalty? On the streets sellin' ass and oils for me? But you on this ho-asis and, really, I can't reach you Fuck you then, I'm 'bout to be a preacher [Outro: Common] Well, there you have it, y'all The story of pimps and hoes Y'all know how it goes It's been the oldest profession Whole thing is like a lesson Ain't no second guessin' Pimps, y'all, hustlers All that good shit, yeah, yeah 2000 and forever, it's gon' be here Uh, uh, alright, cool