Pimp sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Some b*tches like to help you out to a certain extinct
But when they try to run sh*t, flat foot stomp that dirty b*tch
When you give them hoes some air
That's when they come like the bosses
Claimin' all that bullsh*t, knowin' she got her pus*y tossed
Listen to this game from me to you n*ggas pimpin'
Remember how you met that ho?
That's the way she still'll go
Tryin' play a player b*tch, damn you deserve a smack
Skinny Pimp is a pimp, with a limp, beatin' on a trick b*tch
Quick they beg me back
I'ma make my meal, young Gimisum
Family struck up to the, top of the f*ckin' streets
Either way we can, pushin' dope, pushin' hoes
Rollin', ballin' '94, money mo, not so slow
Meanin' I'ma stay up on my hustle all the time
Have it like a player, long as I can rhyme
See riders they get rich and biters eat the di*k
Now if the shoe fit, b*tch, you can believe that sh*t

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
My pimpin' strong, kneel b*tch, the truth'll set you free
I grew up at Hurt Village, nappy head but I'm cheifin' weed
The time was gettin' harder and my pockets were gettin' broker
I started like chargin' hoes happily makin' my dollars fall off in a roll of
Hundreds, but the courtroom kept me payin' off my tab
This n*gga fronted me a f*ckin' ounce, then turn around front my roaddog a quarter slab
Expectin' me to pay 'em, but you get's none from me, fool
Livin' in the life of North Memphis, slangin' dope is burnt up, but you call me cool
Let me talk about b*tch up in the projects suckin' di*k
She was caught on tape, lookin' real mad
I swear to God, that I got a baby by a funky ass b*tch
Better go and find her dad
Many b*tches I done met, all them hoes done suck my di*k
All them hoes done dropped off checks, heavy b*tches kept me fresh
Once they cross, then I toss them b*tches like a salad
I talk about the ho on every tape that I make, then I smoke bud with my mammy
Gigolo n*gga that's pimpin' on b*tches
I talk about them hoes that make me mad
Bail b*tches, broke hoes, this goes out for all y'all ass

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Pimpin' dead?
Hell, nah, you hoes gonna bless this
Pimp sh*t too thick, pimp sh*t too thick
Pimp sh*t too—