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 Let's go, this is too, too, pimpish, c'mon 
 
She wants you for your pimp juice 
I can't take it 'cause she's gon' break me for my pimp juice 
I think I better cut her loose 
She wants me for my pimp juice 
Think I better cut her loose 
 
I'm still in that seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille 
Still got the seats, the leather, wood on the wheel 
One touch on my sunroof, mama, leave it alone now 
Can't you see it? It's goin' back on it's own now 
 
That's how we do it, baby, seven days 
We hustle three-sixty-five, I tell ya 
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride 
 
Still actin' like you never seen it before, before 
Like them country boys ain't got no dough 
Chick please, get in 
Dust your shoes off before you touch that flo' 
 
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug 
I say you look to put your feet on my rug 
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah 
You ain't from Russia 
 
Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose 
I tell ya, this old lady, oh man, she's so shady 
Yeah, I tell ya, I can't take it, no no 
'Cause she's gon' break me 
 
I'm still clean as a whistle, sharp as a razor 
In anything from Vokal to the Gators 
Still play the haters like they should be played 
And I'm quick to lay a lady if she want no delays 
 
Still got the fade, still thinkin 'bout braids, 'bout braids 
See cats with braids steady switchin' to fades 
That's just the pimp juice jackin', jackin' 
If we were hoopin', I'd be yellin', "They hackin', they hackin'" 
 
I see your, momma, in your Dolce Gabbana 
Gucci and Prada, boo, you look even hotter 
The lucciana, ain't no problem for poppa 
Shoppin' sprees, got the keys, if you want it I gotta 
 
So you look to put your feet on my rug 
I say you wanna put your feet on my rug 
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah 
I send you Green Bay packin' about my 
 
Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose 
I tell ya, this old lady, oh no, she's so shady 
Yeah, I tell ya, I can't take it, oh no 
'Cause she's gon' break me 
 
See now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex 
I'm talkin' 'bout money, fame, or straight intellect 
It don't matter, see, women got the pimp juice too 
Come to think about it dirty, they got mo' than we do 
 
They got mo' 
(Juice in they walk) 
They got mo' 
(Juice in they talk) 
 
And if you look they got 
(Juice in they pants) 
You be like, "Damn" 
 
I tell you, man, it's a cryin' shame, cryin' shame 
How women out here use 
They use the juice in vein, you hear me, mayne 
 
Pimp juice is color blind, color blind 
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds 
From ages 50, right down to 9, down to 9 
Yo, it's the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, yo, they won't resign 
 
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug 
I say you go to put your feet on my rug 
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah 
Stand on my left, boo, c'mon 
 
Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose 
I tell ya, this old lady, oh no, she's so shady 
I mean, I can't take it, oh no 
'Cause she's gon' break me 
 
She wants you for your pimp juice 
  
            
 
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