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