F**k Wit Some Pimpin' - Ralo tha Pimp & Mr. Silky Slim

Well the phosphor bronze were ringing One of my fucked up tunes About how I'll date your sister If you leave me alone and blue An Epiphany crossed my mind As I sang the vulgar lines Then I thought I'd get up off my ass Before my memory went blind Then I called the band that consisted of Me, myself, and I And I started counting quarters Because my bank account went dry Then I headed out to lay it down And I could barely stay on the road And when I went to hollerin' They asked me son why do you look so stoned I said Pimpin' ain't easy I got to keep control They looked me dead in the eye And they said son you're solid gold Then they told me boy It's a long hard road Just keep on Pimpin' Don't start limpin' And get these records sold With the ascending of the charts The green came raining in Then thrown on to a funeral Pyre Never to be seen again And it ain't that rough a livin' Between the Coke and booze Till loneliness comes creeping in And there's everything to lose When your minds half wit You might do some shit That'll send you down in flames But there's no other way that I'd rather go Than out in a mighty blaze And I've heard it plenty I hear it again I need to change my rowdy ways But y'all are preaching to the choir And there's only one thing I have to say I said Pimpin' ain't easy I got to keep control And just because my whole life ain't gospel Doesn't mean I've sold my soul And I've finally figured It's a long hard road Just keep on Pimpin' Don't start limpin' And get these records sold