Pimp Talk
Solomon Childs Lyrics


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(Intro: Solomon Childs)
Cheeba-cheeba y'all, yeah
I'll show ya pimp something, man
Pimp ya girl, show ya how to pimp
Out with the old, in with the new

(Chorus: Solomon Childs)
Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay
New York City in the motherfuckin' house
Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay
The Dirty South in the motherfuckin' house
I said, bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay
The West Coast in the motherfuckin' house
If you a pimp, then you gon' pimp for life
Kick ya gators off, you in the motherfuckin' hell

(Solomon Childs)
Winter skate greens, to them orange Pataki's
The gators and khaki's, the paranoia keep you running from the reefer
A pimp that's bitch as big as Queen Latifah
O.G. style, rolling on the boulevard with gold chrome
Ya rolling on foot with nickel plated grown
Pimp, master your jiggalo limp, listen
Just cuz Stevie Wonder blind, that don't mean he ain't a pimp
Just cuz Richard Pryor slow down, after his bitch ass got burnt
That don't mean he ain't a pimp
Just cuz Muhammad Ali, shake a little
That don't mean he ain't a pimp
Just cuz Christopher Reeves can't walk, in the Superman suit no more
Shit, that don't mean he ain't a pimp
Solomon, player...

(Hook: sample)
It's your thing... do what you wanna do
I can't tell ya, whose side to choose
It's you thing... yeah, do what you wanna do
I can't tell ya, whose side to choose
Yeah...

(Solomon Childs)
Classy, see how I treat them hoes
That's why them hoes keep it classic
And truthfully speaking, I'm a pimp player
So you can never pass me player
Confident with mine and myself
I jump back and kiss myself
You see a pimp, kick your feet up
Trick on what, drink on who
Got the ladies screaming, S. Childs
Give me one more chance
A rapper's groove so smooth, P. Diddy'll dance
Whoo, child, pimp life kid daddy
G-Mack 'em daddy, I sell water to whales
And sell poppy uptown cocaine scales
I sell a carpet to nails
Done pimp the wardens in most jails
Electrifying, pimp talk
Hotter than the third rail
Straight to the stomach like Valentine ale
Smooth, and about my chips
But alert a motherfucker if shit fails
Come on

(Chorus)

(Outro: Solomon Childs)
For sure, the Theodore
And don't be getting all upset
When your girl at the club and she dancing
And throwing it up with the gangstas
It's a new time, a new place




Staten Island, we now own the City
Bloomberg, come up off the keys, you bitch ass nigga

Overall Meaning

Solomon Childs's "Pimp Talk" is a song describing the ins and outs of the pimping community. It begins with Solomon introducing himself as someone who can give a lesson in pimping and promises to show how to upgrade and evolve from the past to the present. The chorus provides a unifying theme that the East Coast, West Coast, and Dirty South all have something in common, which is that if you are a pimp, then that's what you are, and you will be one for life.


Solomon Childs then delves into what it takes to be a pimp, the clothes, the posture, the swag, and the ability to control a situation, from women to drugs to jails. He brings up various celebrities and connects them with the idea of ‘pimping’. For example, he points out that just because Stevie Wonder is blind, it doesn't mean he isn't pimping or that even with his disability, he can't have control over what happens in his life. He advises his listeners to be confident and embrace their pimping life and revel in its rewards. He also mentions that his success in the industry has given him the title of "G-Mack" and that he can sell anything, including water to whales and carpets to nails.


The song concludes with Solomon urging Bloomberg to "come up off the keys," taking ownership of the city's streets and clubs. He wishes to empower those who may feel ostracized and glorify those who pursue the pimping lifestyle successfully. The song gives a peek into the world of pimping and describes the different facets associated with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Cheeba-cheeba y'all, yeah
Greetings, everyone


I'll show ya pimp something, man
I'll teach you how to be a successful pimp


Pimp ya girl, show ya how to pimp
I'll train your girl to be a prostitute and teach you the art of pimping


Out with the old, in with the new
Let go of the past and embrace the present


Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay
Expression of excitement


New York City in the motherfuckin' house
Greetings to New York City


The Dirty South in the motherfuckin' house
Greetings to the southern states of the US


The West Coast in the motherfuckin' house
Greetings to the western states of the US


If you a pimp, then you gon' pimp for life
Once a pimp, always a pimp


Kick ya gators off, you in the motherfuckin' hell
Remove your expensive shoes and relax


Winter skate greens, to them orange Pataki's
From green clothes to orange shoes worn by George Pataki, former NY Governor


The gators and khaki's, the paranoia keep you running from the reefer
Wearing expensive shoes and clothes and fearing getting caught smoking weed


A pimp that's bitch as big as Queen Latifah
A pimp with a big female prostitute


O.G. style, rolling on the boulevard with gold chrome
Old school style, driving on the street in a car with gold chrome rims


Ya rolling on foot with nickel plated grown
You are walking with a gun that's coated with nickel to look cool


Pimp, master your jiggalo limp, listen
As a pimp, perfect your walking style, pay attention


Just cuz Stevie Wonder blind, that don't mean he ain't a pimp
Being blind doesn't stop someone from pimping


Just cuz Richard Pryor slow down, after his bitch ass got burnt
After burning himself while using drugs, Richard Pryor didn't stop pimping


That don't mean he ain't a pimp
It doesn't mean he's not a pimp


Just cuz Muhammad Ali, shake a little
Muhammad Ali's tremors don't stop him from pimping


Just cuz Christopher Reeves can't walk, in the Superman suit no more
Christopher Reeves' paralysis didn't stop him from being a pimp


Shit, that don't mean he ain't a pimp
It doesn't mean he's not a pimp


Solomon, player...
I am a pimp named Solomon


It's your thing... do what you wanna do
Do what you feel like doing


I can't tell ya, whose side to choose
I can't direct you on what to do


Classy, see how I treat them hoes
I treat my prostitutes with respect


That's why them hoes keep it classic
That's why they always return to me


And truthfully speaking, I'm a pimp player
Honestly, I'm a skilled pimp


So you can never pass me player
You can never beat me as a pimp


Confident with mine and myself
I have confidence in myself and my abilities


I jump back and kiss myself
I'm so proud of myself, I can't help but celebrate


You see a pimp, kick your feet up
When you see a pimp, relax


Trick on what, drink on who
Don't waste money on frivolous things


Got the ladies screaming, S. Childs
Women love me and shout my name


Give me one more chance
Let me do better next time


A rapper's groove so smooth, P. Diddy'll dance
My music is so good that P. Diddy will dance to it


Whoo, child, pimp life kid daddy
Promoting a carefree life as a pimp


G-Mack 'em daddy, I sell water to whales
I'm a skilled salesman, I can sell anything


And sell poppy uptown cocaine scales
I can sell cocaine even in wealthy areas


I sell a carpet to nails
I can sell anything, no matter how absurd


Done pimp the wardens in most jails
I'm so good at pimping, I can even pimp jail wardens


Electrifying, pimp talk
My talk about pimping is exciting and captivating


Hotter than the third rail
My talk about pimping is fiery and dangerous


Straight to the stomach like Valentine ale
My talk about pimping hits you hard like alcohol


Smooth, and about my chips
I'm calm and collected, and I'm focused on making money


But alert a motherfucker if shit fails
Don't underestimate me, I'll be ready if something goes wrong


For sure, the Theodore
I'm definitely the best


And don't be getting all upset
Don't be angry


When your girl at the club and she dancing
When your girlfriend is at the club and dancing


And throwing it up with the gangstas
And hanging out with the tough guys


It's a new time, a new place
Things have changed


Staten Island, we now own the City
We have taken control of New York City


Bloomberg, come up off the keys, you bitch ass nigga
Bloomberg, give up your power, you coward




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