Definition of a Pimp

Lyrics

[Intro] See this is what it's about (So so) Def All y'all niggas faking and fronting (So so) Fuck that [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri] My life's real, I don't know about yours You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more Talk that unrealistic shit (Right) Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how shit's 'posed to be My life's real, I don't know about yours (Oh) You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more Talk that unrealistic shit (Right) Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how it's 'posed to be [Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri] I got hoes that'll cut ya literally For talking bad about player when you don't even know me I got hoes that'll fucky fucky, sucky sucky At the drop of a dime, anyplace anytime I got hoes that'll hit the mall just for me I'm talking 'bout Cartier, Polo to Gucci I got hoes in Delta bumpin' up my miles So I can fly othеr hoes to see me in the stylе I got hoes that's a lot more loyal than niggas When some shit jump off, they'll pull the trigger I got hoes with fully furnished pads where they rest at Work, bust they ass and bring me half I got hoes 'cause niggas ain't niggas no more They talk like bitches that want to cut your throat So when you see the deuce deuces on my blue fo' door Please know, it's me and a ho, it' might be yours [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri] My life's real, I don't know about yours You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more Talk that unrealistic shit (Right) Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how shit's 'posed to be My life's real, I don't know about yours (Oh) You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more (That's right) Talk that unrealistic shit (Right) Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how it's 'posed to be [Verse 2: Jermaine Dupri] I got hoes that ain't got shit but a mouthpiece Those the ones I just take out to eat I got hoes tellin' other hoes, "That's my man I'm his main bitch, you just one of his fans" I got hoes that's cops, that keep me alert That even though they hit my records think I got the work I got hoes at BET and MTV That play my shit twenty times a week [Verse 3: ROC] I got hoes talking about when ROC shit dropping Want to call Jermaine and ask, "What the fuck is stopping?" I got hoes, man, it's so many, I done lost count 'Bout a hundred sixty, some odd ridiculous amount I got flows, more so I flow for them hoes 'Cause I could flow to any tempo the MP throw I got flows, young and don't forget it, who be coming with it Ducking from the critics every time I check my [?] I got hoes, lots of those, Jers' to Atlanta G strings and bandanas, in Los Angeles evening I got hoes, 'cause the ROC is the definition of a P.I.M.P.-ology I got hoes that lay low, that's faithful, spray the forty-four for the pesos They boogie and they gutter I just fuck 'em and they know Once I bust 'em, I'ma disappear (Yeah) I'm out the door, the cum still in the air, watch yo hair, trick [Outro] I got hoes shaking it up in the club for me I got hoes on the block stacking ones for me Want to wash my hair and massage my feet Because they know the meaning of pimpology I got hoes that'll ride or die for me Slap the shit out of a nigga just for looking at me [?] 2001, baby I got my hoes and his hoes, and her hoes, oh no I got hoes