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 gon' break me for my Juice
I I better cut her loose
She wants me for my Pimp
I better CUT HER LOOSE!

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

Ron Isley] + (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 tell ya) I can't it (no no)
she's gon' break me (yeah)

+ (Ron Isley)
I'm still - clean as a whistle, as a razor (uh-huh)
In anythang from to the Gators (now listen)
Still play the haters (OWW!) they should be played
And I'm to lay a lady (OWW!) if she want no delays
Still got the fade, still thinkin braids ('bout braids)
See cats braids steady switchin to fades (oh-oh-oh)
That's just the Juice jackin - jackin
If we were hoopin, I'd be yellin "They hackin - hackin"
And I see you momma, in your Dolce (woo!)
and Prada boo you look even hotter
The lucciana ain't no problem for
sprees, got the keys, if you want it I gotta
So you to put your feet on my rug (don'tcha?)
I say you wanna put your on my rug (don'tcha?)
You're in a (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
I send you Green Bay about my.

[Chorus] w/ variations

+ (Ron Isley)
See now your Pimp Juice is anything, attract the sex
I'm talkin 'bout money, fame, or intellect
It don't matter, see women got the Juice too
Come to think about it - dirty, they got mo' we do
They got mo' (juice in walk) they got mo' (juice in they talk)
And if you look they got (juice in pants) you be like, damn!
I tell you man a cryin shame, cryin shame.
. how women out use, they use the juice in vein - you hear me mayne
Pimp Juice is color blind, color blind color
You find it on all color creeds and kinds (whoah-ohhh)
From 50 right down to 9 down to 9
Yo the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, uh-uh yo they 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/ variations

{*Ron harmonizes until fade*}

[Ron Isley] She wants you for your Juice.