Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp C

(feat. Ron Isley)

[Nelly] Let's go {This is too, too, pimpish}

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

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

[Chorus: Ron + (Nelly)
Pimp (uh-uhh uh. uh-uhh 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.) Yeah (uh-uhh uh. uh)
(I ya) I can't take it (no no)
Cause she's gon' me (yeah)

+ (Ron Isley)
I'm still - clean as a whistle, sharp as a (uh-huh)
In anythang from Vokal to the (now listen)
play the haters (OWW!) like they should be played
And I'm quick to lay a lady (OWW!) if she want no
Still got the fade, still thinkin 'bout ('bout braids)
See cats with braids switchin to fades (oh-oh-oh)
That's just the Pimp Juice - jackin
If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They - they hackin"
And I see you momma, in Dolce Gabbana (woo!)
Gucci and Prada boo you look even
The lucciana no problem for poppa
Shoppin sprees, got the keys, if you want it I
So you look to put your 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 Bay Packin about my.

w/ minor variations

+ (Ron Isley)
See now your Pimp is anything, attract the opposite sex
I'm 'bout money, fame, or straight intellect
It don't matter, see got the Pimp Juice too
Come to think 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 shame, cryin 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 down to 9 down to 9
Yo it's the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, uh-uh yo won't resign (watch me recline)
Cause you wanna put your on my rug (don'tcha?)
I say you go to put feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
You're in a (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
on my left boo. C'MON!

[Chorus] w/ minor

{*Ron Isley harmonizes until

[Ron Isley] She wants you for your Juice.