Let's go (This is too, too, pimpish) c'mon

Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah yeah, ooh!
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
Ooh

I'm still in that, seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille
Still got the seats, the leather, wood on the wheel (won't cha?)
One touch on my sunroof, but mama leave it alone now
Can't you see it? It's goin back on it's own now
(Ooh-ooh) that's how we do it, baby
(Aah yeah) seven days
We hustle three-sixty-five
I tell ya, winter, spring and fall, in the summer we ride
(Ooh) 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 (don't cha?)
I say you look to put your feet on my rug (don't cha?)
You're in a hurry (slow down, ooh yeah)
You ain't from Russia, uh-uh, ooh

Pimp juice (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
I think I need to let her loose (uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) this old lady (oh man) she's so shady
(Ooh, uh-uh, uh) yeah (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) I can't take it (no, no)
'Cause she's gon' break me (yeah)

I'm still, clean as a whistle, sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anything from Vokal to the Gators (now listen)
Still play the haters (oh) like they should be played
And I'm quick to lay a lady (oh) if she want no delays
Still got the fade, still thinkin 'bout braids ('bout braids)
See cats with braids steady switchin' to fades (oh-oh-oh)
That's just the pimp juice jackin' ((jackin')
If we were hoopin', I'd be yellin', "They hackin, they hackin'"
And I see you mama, in your Dolce Gabbana (woo)
Gucci and Prada, boo, you look even hotter
The Luciana 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 (don't cha?)
I say you wanna put your feet on my rug (don't cha?)
You're in a hurry (slow down, ooh yeah)
I send you Green Bay Packin' about my-

Pimp juice (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
I think I need to let her loose (uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) this old lady (oh man) she's so shady
(Ooh, uh-uh, uh) yeah (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) I can't take it (no, no)
'Cause she's gon' break me (yeah)

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 vain, you hear me, mane?
Pimp juice is color blind, color blind (color blind)
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds (whoa-ooh)
From ages fifty right down to nine (down to nine)
Yo, it's the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, uh-uh
Yo, they won't resign (watch me recline)

'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug (don't cha?)
I say you go to put your feet on my rug (don't cha?)
You're in a hurry (slow down, ooh yeah)
Stand on my left boo, c'mon

Pimp juice (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
I think I need to let her loose (uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) this old lady (oh man) she's so shady
(Ooh, uh-uh, uh) yeah (uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh)
(I tell ya) I can't take it (no, no)
'Cause she's gon' break me (yeah)

She wants you for your pimp juice

Copyright: D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Jeffrey Lorber