Verse 1: Sir Mix-a-Lot

You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the sex

You gots to be a businessman to keep them thangs in check

I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em just for fun

But you should see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!

Back in '82 I used to roll a gold Caddy

Females were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy

But pimpin' came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em

Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em

Show them fake ID's so we could step across the border

We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders

Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your morals

We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral

Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game

How can you run the ladies when you're only 17?

I speak from experience when I say "Turn around!"

'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me down

She was only 17 but she was lookin' 21

5'9", street-tough and packin' guns

But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was soft

Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could toss

911 is flashin' crazy on my pager

I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge

Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail

Smoke a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female

Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the suite

I never let my agents take them tricks out on the street

If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her

Body found face down, floatin' in the green river



You can't slip! Not in this pimpin' game, chief!

No no, you can't slip!

You can't slip.

Yo E-Dog,