Pimp Anthem Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

'96 

Ah shit 

Ice-T back 

Representin, nigga, once again 

That real shit, nigga 

I thought you knew, bitch 

Better recognize 

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Players, check your grip before you get popped 

Bitches, get my money before you get dropped 

Gotcha - buggin off the words I say 

Because this type of pimpin happens every day 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

Niggas want to know my steelo 

Bitches want to get with the baddest 

Hustlin apparatus 

It's the LA cash flow master-roller 

No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders 

Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot 

A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got 

In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid 

Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it 

So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you want to 

Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner 

She got caught by the curls and the jewels 

Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools 

Now she's breakin herself, makin herself 

Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin 

Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice 

You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice 

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[ VERSE 2 ] 

Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard.. 

Every player mentions me 

The hustler of the century 

(Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!) 

I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice 

Commandin straight pimp tactics 

None of y'all can match this 

Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress 

Really though, recognize the pimp type flow 

I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio 

So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard 

Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod 

I'm off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas [Name] 

Full link mink with the matchin borsalino 

I change cars like you change drawers, bitch 

I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich 

Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll 

They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash 

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[ VERSE 3 ] 

My mind's blown off fine champagne 

So bent on currency, got green in my vein 

So damn smooth that every woman want to touch me 

So much sexuality that nuns want to fuck me 

I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers 

Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers 

The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll 

Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold 

Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin 

Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin 

Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me 

Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy 

Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker 

Ice took her, she was too long a looker 

It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine 

I been pimpin all my life and I don't mind dyin 

[ CHORUS ]