[Chorus]
  [Jermaine Dupri]
  Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
  Flow is flow
  Doe is do
  ho's a ho
  Chic's a chic
  Trick's a trick
  Bitch a bitch across the world
  So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl
    [Cam'ron]
  Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
  rip'em and rock'em
  but if I hit'em I pop'em
  but if I lick'em I lock'em
  and I ain't famous at all
  Let my game tell it all
  but they a pain in my balls
  got to train'em like dogs
  from how they, walk and they talk and when they sit on the couch
  to how they, lick in they mouth and never shit in the house
  But I make ladies wit babies, let the street drive em crazy
  They say "Cam, good you saved me" Now I pimp em and they pay me
  They feelin' it like Jay-Z, on Sugar Hill like AZ
  Went _Party Time_ like Tray Lee, I'm SoSoDef like J.D.
  Oh baby they have you stressed, nigga
  Mad depressed
  I want they mind...Muthafucka, you could have the rest
  'Cause I gas'em up, I tell them I'm more than just the lover
  I want to be your friend, father, confidant and brother
  See my, nine-inch slugger now she, chose her devotion
  With messing with my money, girl you messing with my emotion
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    Now baby-cakes what's you're name?
  (Ain't no need to explain)
  Why is that?
  ('Cause I'm from Down South)
  Well I got Down South game
  And to mess wit' you this my last attempt
  'cause I only like when you're ass is bent
  So damn dumb you ain't stash a cent
  You ain't know I get cash to pimp
  go ask him, my whores are fresh
  Hardcore to death, 'xplore the rest
  tell you now backdoor's the best
  for the stress
  we never raw in flesh
  Why I'm sores aguess (?)
  I get paper, yeah I stack them chips
  condoms when i grab them hips
  kiss and mix you wrap them lips
  and if she act (smack the bitch)
  if she wack (smack the bitch)
  sad to see the way it had to be
  Mack the bitch the bitch don't mack me
  Cubic snappy but so are mine, know my rhymes
  yo, my rhymes got a concubine
  'cause I control they mind
  avoid the crew
  'void the groove
  got more doe, than the fued
  got more hoes, than the few
  if I die they wouldn't know what to do
  whatcha think all they do is cry?
  tell you this between you and I
  forty slit wrists outta the forty nine suicide
    [Chorus x 1]
    And now I'm drunk of the Henny now, went off the Remi now
  Niggaz always envy now cause I'm good and plenty now
  and when it come to gettin' head, yo many bow
  Girls acting friendly now (Killa cum up in me OWW)
  I leave em past leaking
  Last weekend, I took Cardan to get his ass eaten
  He said you past freakin but I'ma ace so throw your cards up
  But if you stink baby, I ain't hard up
  Hard luck to wash up, but that's insulting, revolting
  But if you clean we ballin, eat you til you catch convulsions
  And girls all fiend, for the bodm on my team and my mob
  Think we scheme and we rob the way they screamin' for God
  And all sluts wit the V's, let em see how it be
  They be like "No, you ain't puttin all that meat up in me"
  You whylin out, for the styinout
  girls say I'm foul and doubt
  but baby got to understand
  that's what my style's bout
    [Chorus x 2]
    Ayyo a Pimp's a pimp