[Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino] Daddy was a pimp, daddy was a pimp Walked with a limp, three quarter inch trench
[Double AB] True pimps, speak to freaks, with revolting charm The way they creep, you can say they close to Bond You can see your crib, little sis watching Pokemon While I'm the back try'nna poke your mom Bitch thought she was slick, tried to smoke my charm Now she jerking my dick with a broken arm Ma, get a better grip, use both your arms Nah, here, better yet, I throw a Trojan on To get my boning on, my nuts are like two big bowling balls With beads of sweat rolling on I love getting high, getting my load off But chicks be \"rushing\" like Nikolai Volkoff I need time when I'm fitting my hoes off See which one, make me wiggle my toes more When I find her, hit her with a phone call Hit her with a fist, if she giving out the cold sores
[Chorus 2X]
[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, daddy was a pimp, nah, daddy was a gangsta He sold pussy and he had goons that'll shank ya Cadillac with white walls, spinning He had guns in the basement, and keys in the ceiling So much coke he was billing, and his hoes was appealing And off those hoes, you know he made a killing His take on the pimp game, if I buy it, I'll sell it And he ain't lying, I saw it, he's a bad alcoholic Smoked a lot of herb and he had ashtma that was chronic Ain't a damn thing he did that was good for his health Cuz he wasn't concerned about shit but his wealth You should hear the fly shit that he kicked out his mouth If he want some slow hoes, then he take it down south Put the dick up til you hick-up, girl, gargle with your mouth
