[Verse 1]

Don't get mad when you see me with my prostitute

I seen ????? tax his ho on you square ass dudes

I can't believe the power I possess that make you so mad

If it ain't the pimp music, it's the game I have

You know how stupid you look at me when you hatin, my friend

I'll prolly have to blast yo ass if I see you again

You on a bus stop pushin that bitch till it came

You say goodbye for 30 minutes cause you gots no game

Who you talkin to like that, don't question me ho

You the bitch in kindergarten

That got her mouth washed out with soap

Ho I'm a pimp I'm from Pomona I got game I got class

I got sucker-repellent on me homie I'll beat yo ass

I hear you pimpin now, huh? Well ain't that nice

Ain't never sent a prostitute nowhere a day in your life

And tell your homies I was at a music grindin

With my prostitutes standin right out front

Then tellin me you had two of them punk



[Chorus]

Don't, fight the pimpin'

Don't, fight the pimpin'

Don't, fight the pimpin'

Nigga don't, fight the pimpin



[Verse 2]

Her name was bitch, cause she fucked for free

But now when Suga met her not after fuckin with me

Oh no, cause either you gon be a run-down-the-hill-and-get-some bitch

Or walk-down-the-hill-and-get-em-all hustler, so come on

With ya bad self in high heels on, come on

Lips, hips, fingertips on the stroll, come on

Respect the game bitch, do as you're told

Cause I been pimpin prostitutes since 17 years old

Done seen LB, ?????, Warren Y, AY, A-Cap, Norlean Clear

Patrick Camp, ?????????? graduated from state

And got my game from all the freaks gonna wreck my case

It's my prerogative, run my game bitch and it's gonna come back-acapo