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Intro - 50 cents
Yeah! Uh huh! So seductive!
{Chorus - 50 Cent & (Olivia)}
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go ahead girl and don't you stop
Keep going till you hit the spot, WHOA!
(I'll take you to the candy shop)
(Boy one taste of what I got)
(I'll have you spending all you got)
(Keep going till you hit the spot, WHOA!)
{Verse - 50 Cent}
You can have it your way, how do you want it?
You gon back that thang up or should I push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor, jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for ya now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the Magic Stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you bout how sprung I got you
Wanna show me you can work it baby, no problem
Get on top, then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play wit the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I'll melt in your mouth girl not in your hand
{Chorus}
{Bridge - 50 Cent & (Olivia)}
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeahhh)
{Verse - 50 Cent}
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard it sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this e -chords .com
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race, who could get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs
Having me thinking about that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stopping homie, I ain't stopping
Dripping wet wit sweat man it's on and popping
On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on
Now we gon sip to every bubble now every bottle is gone
{Chorus - repeat 2x}
( G#m-Am F#m-G#m Am-G#m )
50 Cent}
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
{Chorus} (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into fell the buff
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
{Verse}
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
{Chorus} (2x)
{Bridge}
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
{Verse}
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
{Chorus} (2x)
{Talking}
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
{Chorus}
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
{Verse 1}
Dm
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
A
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
Dm
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
A
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
Dm
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
A
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
Dm
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
A
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
{Chorus}
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Verse 2: Dm - A (im Wechsel)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
{Chorus}
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Verse 3: Dm - A (im Wechsel)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
{Chorus}
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Dm
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Dm
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
A
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
Dm
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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But please, please resent me always