American Pimp
Phunk Junkeez Lyrics


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Down-sun setting,
'84 4-door Caddy--roof to the floor--black and red, mama bought for ya.
You're just a silly little wanna-be punk-ass, backdoor, truck-store, cowboy crusin' crack...
...Storytellin', lady-smackin', fake pimp-ass pinky ring,
Stealin' things your mama bought for ya.
You wanna-be suburban ass kingpin, gold grill,
Livin' for the thrill, you're nothin' but a G thing.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Mackin' in your ride, ladies lookin' so fine,
Ya see she got no class, on the floor suckin' glass
Real fast, smokin' more, I'm so sorry you're a whore.
Keep ya steppin', what a pity, what's a pretty fucked up scene.

Police statement...now you're sleepin' in a cell.
It's a real living hell...your punkie, he's a junkie,
Shootin' dope in his veins...you're wheelin' and dealin' and feelin' the pain.
You're a joke, you're broke, you're up in smoke...now look at you.

American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
An Elvis motherfucker...wifebeater...and gold chains.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Now you're claimin' you ain't flamin', but you're gamin' like you hip-hop.
Flip-flop, monkey boy, or the big top.
Big pimpin' in a fagazine--but you're fake like plastic cellophane limosuines.
Pitiful, don't mean digital, unedible, lifestyle not credible.
It's the unforgettable American ones...who live so fast and die so young.

Live so fast and die so young. [Repeat: x4]

American pimp [Repeat: x2]
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Man, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Candy-hair grease, black Dickies, and Gucci shades
American pimp [Repeat: x2]
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Live so fast and die so young. [Repeat: x4]





Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

Overall Meaning

The song "American Pimp" by Phunk Junkeez is a satirical look at the glorification of the pimp lifestyle, which has been popularized by Hollywood and the music industry. The song's lyrics describe the stereotypical image of a pimp, riding around in a 1984 Cadillac with a black and red roof, sporting a fake pinky ring and a gold grill, and living for the thrill of the lifestyle. However, the reality of being a pimp is far from glamorous, as the song points out the consequences of drug abuse and criminal activity, which often leads to being locked up in a cell.


The song is critical of the "American pimp" culture and calls out the hypocrisy of those who try to emulate it. The lyrics mock the use of fake jewelry bought by one's mother and the fakeness of the lifestyle which is comparable to plastic cellophane limousines. The song critiques the unrealistic image of success it portrays.


Line by Line Meaning

Down-sun setting,
It's sunset


'84 4-door Caddy--roof to the floor--black and red, mama bought for ya.
You have a 1984 Cadillac with a black and red paint job that your mother bought you


You're just a silly little wanna-be punk-ass, backdoor, truck-store, cowboy crusin' crack...
You are an inexperienced, ignorant, and cowboy-wannabe who hangs out at truck stores and does crack


...Storytellin', lady-smackin', fake pimp-ass pinky ring,
You tell lies, mistreat women, and your fake pimp pinky ring is pathetic


Stealin' things your mama bought for ya.
You take things your mother bought for you without permission


You wanna-be suburban ass kingpin, gold grill,
You aspire to be a suburban drug kingpin and have a gold grill


Livin' for the thrill, you're nothin' but a G thing.
You live for excitement, but in reality, you are nothing of value (G thing)


American pimp [Repeat: x2]
The chorus: commentary on what an American pimp is


You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
You speak so much that it's nauseating


Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
The artist is questioning what is wrong with American pimps


Mackin' in your ride, ladies lookin' so fine,
You're driving in your car trying to impress ladies


Ya see she got no class, on the floor suckin' glass
The woman you are with has no self-respect and is performing oral sex while under the influence


Real fast, smokin' more, I'm so sorry you're a whore.
You smoke drugs quickly without a care, while the woman you are with is a prostitute


Keep ya steppin', what a pity, what's a pretty fucked up scene.
The artist is disgusted with the situation and would rather leave


Police statement...now you're sleepin' in a cell.
You were arrested and are now sleeping in jail


It's a real living hell...your punkie, he's a junkie,
Jail is a terrible place and your partner is a drug addict


Shootin' dope in his veins...you're wheelin' and dealin' and feelin' the pain.
Your partner is injecting drugs while you are dealing drugs and both of you are suffering


You're a joke, you're broke, you're up in smoke...now look at you.
You are destitute, and your life is in ruins due to your actions


An Elvis motherfucker...wifebeater...and gold chains.
You dress and imitate Elvis Presley, wear a wifebeater, and have gold chains


Candy-hair grease, black Dickies, and Gucci shades
You have candy-colored hair, wear black Dickies work pants, and have Gucci sunglasses


Now you're claimin' you ain't flamin', but you're gamin' like you hip-hop.
You are pretending not to be homosexual, but you are embracing hip-hop culture


Flip-flop, monkey boy, or the big top.
You are inconsistent, unpredictable and untrustworthy


Big pimpin' in a fagazine--but you're fake like plastic cellophane limosuines.
You project yourself as a pimp in magazines, but you are superficial and pretend like plastic limousines


Pitiful, don't mean digital, unedible, lifestyle not credible.
Your lifestyle is pathetic, you don't belong in the digital age, and it's unappetizing with no credibility.


It's the unforgettable American ones...who live so fast and die so young.
It's America's notorious people who live recklessly and die young


Live so fast and die so young. [Repeat: x4]
Repetition of the line 'live fast and die young' as a commentary on the lifestyle


Man, what's up with these American pimps?
Reiteration of the earlier question towards the end of the song




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRIS JOHNSON, DANIEL KENT MUELLER, DANIEL PATRICK PATTERSON, JAMES R. WOODLING, JEFFREY I. SCOTT, JOSEPH DANIEL VALIENTE, VICTOR L. MURGATROYD

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