Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy!!!)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Ice, a reporter wants to get an interview with you, guys from Billboard magazine No, no, no, zero Yo, Ice, it's a girl Word Hello, Ice, after the success of your first album, our readers wanna know just one thing: how you living? [Verse 1] My lifestyle's crazy, I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't faze me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with an Ice-T jones Bank account boomin', fast-lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mack like a preacher, love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris When I want her I beep her Too many clothes, got a ragtop Rolls 1,000 Watt system and my speakers are Bose I kick it like a champ, I thought you knew it Pimpin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it Yo Ice, they want you to be on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Man, hang up on that fool Yo, Ice, what you doing with the fur coat on the floor? Homeboy, that's the carpet, man Yo, man, what we doing with all this money all over the floor? Man, get the vacuum Yo, man, there's ten girls waiting in the bedroom Leave 'em there for a week, another day [Verse 2] My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash No more room in my diamond stash Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task Gold knobs on my Benzo dash Five freaks just to comb my hair Monograms on my underwear Bodyguards around so please don't dare You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferraris, E's black, mine's blue Can't swim a lap in my pool because it's just too long Could never go broke because my bank's too strong No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong And I'll make money I don't need from this damn song But somebody's gotta do it You want this rope for ten thousand-one-twenty? Yo, I'll put it on the dog, man Yo, Ice, what you gonna do, you got a house on Palm Springs half-built Man, I don't like it no more, tear it down, I don't need anymore Yo, Ice, Gucci, Lee and Fila wanna sponsor you Man, I told you I don't need it no more, damn [Verse 3] When I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly Mink sheets on my bed, that's what I said Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed So tired of sailin' on my boat I might Just helicopter to my jet and catch a midnight flight So many girls in my book, it weighs a ton Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run And there ain't nothin' in the world that me and "E" ain't done But somedody gotta do it Yo, Ice, Ronald Reagan, man, he wants to know, can he hang out with you and E? Yo, you tell that fool to get off my tip and pay! Yo, yo, yo, Ice, your homeboy Adnan Khashoggi he called up to borrow some more money No problem, small thing to a giant! 'cause somebody gotta do it