Respect The Pimpin'

Ooooooh, respect the pimpin

I'll never forget, the Ward Brothers player

Old school pimps like Roosevelt Taylor

The list goes on for like three generations

Oakland pimp shit, all in your face man

Some other cities take pride in trickin

You can hear it when their rappers start spittin

Instead of you and yo' woman gettin money together

You do all the hustlin, and she gets all the cheddar

You tell her go shop, but she ain't got a job

Then you brag in your raps - to me it sounds odd!

Cause I was raised by pimps in the O

They taught me real good how to send a hoe

And now you niggaz tryin to bend the rules

You must have came up around some friendly dudes

You need to stop doin all that extra simpin

and change the words in your song and respect the pimpin

You've got money but you got no game

Think all the ladies wanna love youuuu?

Probably gotta, make it rain

Take her shoppin - respect the pimpin

You a front for the game - you was posin

Got your gators and your super Q

Can you feel me?

Respect the pimpin

All I wanna be is well known now

Drive a 'llac, big mack and do my own style

Keep a freak, on the street, that fit the profile

At the pad, money stack, watchin dough pile

Reminiscin of a player that I once knew

He had it all, went broke, but he still kept it true

Bounced back, like a real mack, got a new sack

New hoes, new clothes, and found a new track

Now that's a player that I always wanna be like

Did dirt, went to church and lived the street life

Ask $hort, ask Snoop, we gon' tell you the truth

A real pimp, keep a prostitute, and she get lots of loot

Do what she gots'ta do

Come back with MOOLAH, like she 'posed to do

And stay close to you, so if you ever fell

Here's the one most important thing about this tale

Ask Michelle, Tammy and Nell, when they went to jail

They know who came through with that bail - it was me!

Cause I respect the P, do the same

Don't be no lame, respect the game

Ooooooh, respect the pimpin