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I'm shootin' this one to the real pimps man.
I'm talkin' 'bout the real muthafuckin' pimps man
not them chili bowl pimps man sittin' up in the cafe
tryin' to watch they hoes man make 20 or 30 dollars man.
I'm sendin' this to the real pimps. 'Cause believe it man
Double 'R' ain't just out here flossin' no shit man I'm out here
flossin' about my pimpin' too man. 'Bout my pimpin' too!
And if you want to holler
pimps cuff yo' coller.

Verse 1
24 nights off in the jungle
shootouts & stolen bundles
Hoes on dick for the phat gold kicks
see the bucket the do' don't open
so bitch make like the Dukes
or get yo' ass kicked on the fluke
Razor sharp & plus a nigga extra sick so check my tip
& recognize when you fuckin' with a pimp
metal plates on my nuts so my shit don't scrape
never saved a bitch flying too low to work a cape ridin'
Seven Deuce no juice & quick to cut a bitch loose
unless that hoe payin' like she weighin'
On a good day she might get to smoke with her folks
but like Goldie I keep my hoes broke
Believe that a...

Chorus
A real pimp'll slap a bitch down (for sho')
A real pimp gon' represent the town (How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off
(That's right) Believe it
A real pimp'll slap a bitch down (Like that?)
A real pimp gon' represent the town (How tough?)
To the fullest let her heels fall off
'cause I'ma ride the muthafucka 'til the wheels fall off

Verse 2
I'm all seasons rain, sleet or even snow