Ladies and Gentlemen! (it's Pimpalation pimpin!)
Ladies and Gentlemen! (gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen!)
You are now tuned in to the best!
This here Jazze Fizzle, producshizzle!
Pimp C (ladies and gentlemen!) Jody Breeze!
[Chorus: Jazze (Jody]]
If y'all niggaz want the honey
But I just want the money
(Young chump change!)
Just fifties and them hundreds!
(Girl I know you want me I'ma)
Scoop ya in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch,
I fucked the fear out that hoe
Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit out that bitch,
I fucked the fear out that hoe)
Yeah, hey, uh oh there he go, look who slid through the door
It's ya dog Jody Breeze, I'm the shit on the low
Y'all niggas make me sick, spendin' chips on a hoe
On the grind, try'na get it, I shit on a hoe
Off top, let 'em know, I'ma mack, I'ma pro
Matter fact, lemme hit it from the back later on
Baby, gon' bend it over, tune it up let me see
I ain't from Houston hoe, but I'm still a pimp, see?
All I drink is Hennessey, all I smoke is stickery
Hoes wanna get with me, but they ain't get shit for free
I'ma playa, you can tell, ATL where I live
I ain't with the kissin', hoes, Jazze Fizzle let 'em know
Y'all niggas wanna lay, I wanna play in a bitch mind
If she, playin' her Daddy, I will knock out her spine
I'm out here on the grind, 24/7 I'm gettin' it
I'ma let them tricks eat it up (up!), I ain't trippin' bitch!
(Bitch!) Bitch, bend over, let 'em see it girl (girl!)
Hoes in the club, like '96 showin' niggas love (love!)
I used to be off in the Chi-C in Atlanta ('lanta!)
Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama ('bama!)
I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks (tricks!)
The real live boys, opening the pussy stores (pussy stores!)
I got respect for the flat backers (backers!)
Black, yellow, or crackers, keep ya Daddy ridin 'cause I'ma Cadillacer
Oh, he Tela in the change, I put the "G" in the game
Put the "P" in the pimp (pimp), brought back the blue to the flame (flame)
Break a bitch like a trig, write out some magical shit
And while I feel more slim, that ain't my starter bitch!
Drop the top on the Rolls and roll under the sun
Throw my finger in the air like, "Kid! Hoe I'm the one!"
Got my gators and suits, multiple colors like fruit
Pimp aroma on my breath, Tropicana and goose
To the roots of pianos, see my moves she can't handle
H.B.O., nigga hoe break up overtime Soprano
Diamonds up against panels of wood, it's all good
Lean back, candy 'llac gettin' head on my hood (hood)
Ladies and gentlemen! (gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen!)
Fizzle! Oh, yeah, you have now been entertained (Pimpalation pimpin'!)
And you are now apart of the Pimpalation! (Pimpalation!)
You under-smell? Uh! There's a whole lot of devices that make this thing roll
Know what I'm talkin 'bout!? (what you talkin' 'bout Fizzle?)
Yeah, Jazze Fizzle, Sho' Nuff Records!
Pimp C, U.G.K. Records! Wood Wheel Records you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!?
Rap-A-Lot mafia's behind this one, yeah!!
Wassup J!? Large mackin' and sasquatch pimpin'! Y'all know what it is!
Wassup Bun B!? Wassup International Red!? Oh boy!
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Written by: Haven Gillespie, Richard Whiting, Seymour Simons
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