Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp C

(feat. Ron Isley)

[Nelly] go {This is too, too, pimpish} c'mon

Isley]
yea
Oooooh yeah, ooh!
She wants you for Pimp Juice
I can't take it, cause she's gon' me for my Pimp Juice
I think I better cut her
She me for my Pimp Juice
I better CUT HER LOOSE!

+ (Ron Isley)
I'm in that, seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille
Still got the seats, the leather, wood on the (won'tcha)
One touch on my sunroof but leave it alone now
Can't you see it? goin back on it's own now
(Ooooooooh-oooh!) That's how we do it
(Ahh yeah.) dayy-ayyys
. We three-sixty-five
I tell ya - winter and fall, in the summer we ride
(Oooh) Still actin like you never seen it before -
Like them boys ain't got no dough
(Chick please) Get in.
(Dust your shoes off) befo' you touch that
Cause you wanna put feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
I say you to put your feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
You're in a (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
You from Russia, uh-uh. OOH!

Ron Isley] + (Nelly)
Pimp Juice (uh-uhh uh. uh)
I think I to let her loose (uh-uhh uh)
(I tell ya) This old lady (oh man) she's so
(Ooooh, uh-uhh uh.) (uh-uhh uh. uh-uhh uh)
(I tell ya) I take it (no no)
Cause she's gon' me (yeah)

+ (Ron Isley)
I'm still - as a whistle, sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In from Vokal to the Gators (now listen)
Still play the haters (OWW!) like they should be
And I'm to lay a lady (OWW!) if she want no delays
Still got the fade, thinkin 'bout braids ('bout braids)
See cats with braids switchin to fades (oh-oh-oh)
That's just the Pimp jackin - jackin
If we were hoopin, I'd be "They hackin - they hackin"
And I see you momma, in your Dolce (woo!)
and Prada boo you look even hotter
The ain't no problem for poppa
sprees, got the keys, if you want it I gotta
So you look to put feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
I say you put your feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
in a hurry (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
I send you Green Bay about my.

[Chorus] w/ variations

+ (Ron Isley)
See now your Pimp Juice is anything, attract the sex
I'm talkin 'bout money, fame, or intellect
It don't matter, see got the Pimp Juice too
to think about it - dirty, they got mo' than we do
They got mo' (juice in they walk) got mo' (juice in they talk)
And if you look got (juice in they pants) you be like, damn!
I tell you man it's a cryin shame, shame.
. how women out herre use, they use the juice in - you hear me mayne
Pimp Juice is color blind, color blind blind
You find it work on all color and kinds (whoah-ohhh)
From ages 50 right down to 9 to 9
Yo it's the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, uh-uh yo they won't (watch me recline)
Cause you put your feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
I say you go to put your on my rug (don'tcha?)
in a hurry (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
Stand on my boo. C'MON!

[Chorus] w/ variations

{*Ron Isley until fade*}

[Ron Isley] She wants you for your Juice.