Pimp Juice

I tell ya, this old lady, oh no, she's so shady

That's how we do it, baby, seven days
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug

Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose
They use the juice in vein, you hear me, mayne
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
I'm still clean as a whistle, sharp as a razor

'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug
And if you look they got
If we were hoopin', I'd be yellin', "They hackin', they hackin'"

Pimp juice is color blind, color blind
One touch on my sunroof, mama, leave it alone now
I'm still in that seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille
You be like, "Damn"
She wants me for my pimp juice

'Cause she's gon' break me
I mean, I can't take it, oh no
You ain't from Russia
I think I better cut her loose
I say you look to put your feet on my rug
Still got the seats, the leather, wood on the wheel
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah
I tell you, man, it's a cryin' shame, cryin' shame
Gucci and Prada, boo, you look even hotter
I tell ya, this old lady, oh man, she's so shady
Shoppin' sprees, got the keys, if you want it I gotta

Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose

I tell ya, this old lady, oh no, she's so shady
I can't take it 'cause she's gon' break me for my pimp juice
Think I better cut her loose

It don't matter, see, women got the pimp juice too
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride

Pimp juice, I think I need to cut her loose
I say you wanna put your feet on my rug
From ages 50, right down to 9, down to 9
(Juice in they pants)
See cats with braids steady switchin' to fades
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds
I'm talkin' 'bout money, fame, or straight intellect
(Juice in they talk)
They got mo'

We hustle three-sixty-five, I tell ya
Still got the fade, still thinkin 'bout braids, 'bout braids
Can't you see it? It's goin' back on it's own now

They got mo'
That's just the pimp juice jackin', jackin'

Come to think about it dirty, they got mo' than we do
I say you go to put your feet on my rug
Still play the haters like they should be played
I see your, momma, in your Dolce Gabbana
'Cause she's gon' break me
She wants you for your pimp juice
How women out here use

Stand on my left, boo, c'mon
Yo, it's the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, yo, they won't resign
Yeah, I tell ya, I can't take it, no no

Dust your shoes off before you touch that flo'

So you look to put your feet on my rug
'Cause she's gon' break me
And I'm quick to lay a lady if she want no delays
In anything from Vokal to the Gators
You're in a hurry, slow down, oh yeah
Yeah, I tell ya, I can't take it, oh no
I send you Green Bay packin' about my
(Juice in they walk)
Chick please, get in
The lucciana, ain't no problem for poppa
Still actin' like you never seen it before, before
See now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex