Pimp On
Twista Lyrics


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Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
It was seven double oh P.M. Fly low to them hoes in the be
Sipping Seagram, chewing on a wheat stem
Touching on my four fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beeping this Po Pimp
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with three, one, two, seven, six, two, ten
Three line connection, as the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
'Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes want to snap
I straight up check the hoe, really doe, to the crib

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour, like we running up on some rivals
Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'Lo
Introduce myself, a to the motherfucking K finna recognize
Then I loose myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and 'em
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls
'Cause they thinking about sampling 'em
P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
We're learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Mm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the see-A
D-I, Double-L, with ah A-see, A-see hoes
They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically
'Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-O, N-E, but why?
'Cause nigga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels Girbaud flexing one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo, instrumental
Real simple when you fucking with a pimp doe
Get involved in the backseat
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smoking on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at last
P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
We learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
But I be spitting mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the Oprah lips and the provoking hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
I been looking in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
'Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when out of me gotta be
Right, that'd be the flatter me right
But if the head the bonk come on suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, want to see what that'd be like
I know you want to try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you bow down?
Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoes
Trying to come up on another G
The broad all up under me trying to smother me
Looking lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly
She learned that I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbing me with lotion
She cumming like an ocean coasting have a cigarette thinking
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
Until they sick in the head, and if I ever leave whoever dead
They ain't tricking the Feds or spitting game
But it's chicken and bread
Kicking them legs in the air like a player do
Then be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want to holler then you a player if you hit them ends
And get the dividends but you a pimp if you can get
The same hoe to want to freak your friends
'Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
Be learning these hoes biology, obviously, well

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die

Do you want to ride with me
Come and ride with me




Baby come and ride with me
Baby come and ride with me, Do or Die

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Twista's song "Pimp On" are centered around the life of a pimp and the opulent lifestyle he leads. The opening of the song introduces the Bishop Don Magic Juan as the chairman of the board for famous players everywhere, represented by the colors green and gold. The chorus then repeats "Pimp On" several times, encouraging individuals to embrace and embody the lifestyle of a pimp. The middle section then describes the lavish lifestyle of a pimp, including fur minks, custom seats, and diamond rings. The next verse is delivered by the rapper EightBall and continues to emphasize the dominance and control a pimp has over his women. The song concludes with a final repetition of the chorus and of various locations around the world where the pimp lifestyle can be lived.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, no introduction is really needed
I don't need an introduction because my fame speaks for itself.


But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan
I am with Bishop Don Magic Juan.


Chairman of the Board, of famous playas everywhere!
He is the chairperson of the board of all famous players everywhere.


Playas, playas, playas!
I am talking to and addressing all the players everywhere.


Representin', green is for the money
I am representing the green which symbolizes money.


Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
I am also representing gold which is for my female companions.


Pimp pimp on, pimp-pimp on
Let's keep pimping and stay strong as players.


Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the luchie while smokin' a lot of dro
See how I am putting down money on luxurious things while I smoke marijuana.


Whatchu know 'bout checkin' yo' paper for a down-ass bottom hoe
Do you know about investing money for loyal companions?


Or snatchin' yo' new fur model mink with the hood off the hanger
Or do you know about taking out the new fur without the hood from the hanger?


24-karat rings standin' a half a foot off the finger
I wear 24 karats rings that stand half a foot away from my finger.


Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that bitch
My car's custom seats are amazing, unmatched by anyone else's.


Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
I wear expensive shoes made by Maurie and they are shocked by others' jealousy.


Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
My female companions get me anything I ask for.


In the Cadillac I kick it, since y'all I wanted to be like macks and Bishop
I always wanted to be like Bishop and the other players since childhood, and now I get to travel in a Cadillac.


Type wanna get up in the club, drinkin' Cris'sy from a gold cup
Some people want to go out to the club and drink expensive champagne out of a golden cup.


Flossin' my club, peepin' persons yellin' out "Chuuuch!"
I showcase my club, and people are impressed and yell out 'Chuuuch.'


Finna attract to trick politicians I'm a maintain pimpin'
I intend to lure and manipulate politicians to maintain my pimp status.


You can't change pimpin', from the Stone Age to the "Space Age" pimpin'
You cannot change the concept of pimping from the Stone Age to the Space Age.


From Southern mackin' in Memphis to the playa mo' when you shoot to Chi
I have experience in pimping from Southern states like Memphis to Chicago.


In the black diamond with fuchsia dye pullin' out hoes like Supafly
I attract females and take them out like Supafly with my diamond and fuschia dyed car.


All I gotta do is spit fo' lines
All I have to do is say a few lines, and women will flock to me.


Now she got me chameleon gators with colors that flip fo' times
Now she has gotten me alligator shoes that change colors four times.


Then get your pimp on
Get back to being a player again.


[Chorus]
The chorus continues the theme of pimping.


It's the fat, mack EightBall to most of y'all
EightBall is a fat and prominent player.


You a hoe need a pimp, I'm the one you supposed to call
If you're a woman who needs a pimp, I'm the one you should contact.


Shit talker, somebody's daughter she my street walker
I talk trash, but I also have female companions who work on the street.


She call me daddy, she a hoe so that's what I call her
My female companions call me 'daddy' and I call them hoe.


Or big toed, hard-head ass hoe
Or I call them big-toed, and stubborn.


The rougher I treat her she love a nigga even mo'
The more I mistreat her, the more she loves me.


Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes
My female companions comb my hair, give me manicures, and pedicures.


Knock bitches from them niggas who act like hoes
I knock females away from men who act like women.


I'm mink draggin' out my 2-2 Paddy wagon
I wear mink coats while driving in my 2-2 Paddy wagon.


Sittin' on 2-3's, diamonds on 24 karats
I sit on wheels with 23-inch rims while wearing 24 karat diamonds.


Ball not a bitch ass, and I don't make deals
I don't tolerate weak players and don't make compromises.


Peel a meal from a pussy, know how that feels?
Do you know what it feels like to get money from your companions?


High heels and furs, Lexus his and hers
My companions wear high heels and fur while driving in our matching Lexus cars.


Hypnotic, ex' and sex mixed with the words
We mix Hypnotic and ex with sex, making it all sound sweet.


Pull up, and let the window down, here she come
We pull up and lower the car window and the companions come over.


The American way, I was taught how to.
I was taught to live the American way of life.


[Chorus]
The chorus continues to talk about pimping.


Gotta getcha game together man, all your women gone
You have to get your game back if your female companions have left you again.


To start all over, ain't nothin' to a mack
It's not difficult for players to start over if they lose their companions.


Just put 'em to work, and watch yo' money stack
Just put them to work, and watch your money increase.


That's fo'sho' doe, everyday a G a mo'
That's for sure, every month earns a G.


Asked your little sister, "Girl, why you wanna be a hoe?"
I ask your younger sister, 'Why do you want to be a prostitute?'


She got turned out, like Red Riding Hood
She got lured into prostitution just like Red Riding Hood was tricked.


Goin' to Grandma's house, now she lookin' real good
Now she looks good and makes a lot of money from prostitution.


While the Big Bad Wolf tryna eat her out
While other players are trying to take advantage of her.


Pay up, the cash is what we be about
Pay up because cash is everything to us players.


Squares, we don't care if you don't understand
We don't care if the uncool people don't understand what's happening.


Players break out the game power, you don't wanna go there
Players break out the high-level game, which may not be right for everyone.


Say it in your prayers you wanna be like me
If you want to be a player like me, pray about it.


You down on your knees but it's not likely
Even if you pray, it's still unlikely you'll be like me.


To ever happen, so I just keep rappin'
It's unlikely that anyone except me will be a successful player, so I just keep rapping.


This real mackin', this ain't actin'
This is real player behavior and not just acting.


[Chorus]
The chorus finishes with more talk of pimping.


Yeah, Bishop Don Magic Juan
The song ends with a shoutout to Bishop Don Magic Juan.


Ain't no shame, in my game
I don't feel any shame for my activities.


Good game, is happenin' everywhere
Good players are everywhere, operating successfully.


Playas in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami
There are players in Los Angeles, Detroit, Miami, and many other places.


New York, Chi-Town, world wide!
Players operate everywhere, including New York and Chicago.


Chuuch is here!
I end with the proclamation that the church of players is here and in session.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Samuel Lindley

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