Like A Pimp
UGK (Underground Kingz) featuring Jucy J and DJ Paul of 3-6 Mafia Lyrics


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(Like a pimp)

[Bun B]
Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster than
These other lil bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke
You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
Original old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play
See we makes a bitch pay
Like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay
Wouldn't sit still
Fuck how this shit feel
This ain't studio pimping
This shit real pimping

[Pimp C]
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop)
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)

[Bun B]
To many niggas out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser

[Pimp C]
Sweet Jones, gripping grain
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggas ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war I'll take you to war
I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car

[Chorus: Pimp C]
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
And the game that I got don't stop (don't stop)
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)
Bitch niggaz getting hit in the front (in the front)
I give a fuck bitch you can hit the blunt (hit the blunt)
And everyday young boys that's paid (that's paid)
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades (chopping on the blades)

[Juicy J]
I'm always trying to put in work
Niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street
Sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed
Picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll
In my trunk I got them fucking keys
Always riding Chevy things
Shining on them twanky things
Kids I'm a role model
Police I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps
Got me cheese a player slap
People say that pimping dead
Never has it left my mouth
Optimos a fifth of crown
Red eyes with a frown
Niggaz with them gold teeth
Fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover
Make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket
Left pocket got them rubbers
Right hand Rolex watch
Stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back pocket Chevy keys
Ready for the brain wash
I'mma go pimp a bitch
I'mma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends
Backstabbers cause a snitch

[DJ Paul]
Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper
Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese
Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)

[Chorus]





[Pimp C]
Hold up, hold up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Like a Pimp" by UGK featuring Juicy J and DJ Paul of 3-6 Mafia is a depiction of their life as pimps who run the streets with their girls or 'bitches'. The lyrics are filled with references to pimping culture and the business of selling sex. They claim to have a master plan to accumulate wealth faster than other 'bastards' can. The song is an exploration of the pimping trade that involves violence, drug trafficking, and sex trade. Bun B says he keeps his girls paid in full because pimping is no joke. He raps about giving slim chances to girls who want to get paid through sex, and advises them to put the paper in their panties when they get that dance.


The song features the struggles and the rewards of the pimping life. Pimp C talks about the syrup sipping thug-ass niggas with whom he associates. He speaks at length about how the game that he's in never stops, and how he's got an AK47 and tek in the car in case he needs to go to war. Juicy J contributes to the song by describing his experience as a pimp, and how he's always putting in work. DJ Paul talks about how it's the friend who's responsible for fucking up these hoes.


Line by Line Meaning

Say bitch I'm thinking of a master plan
I am formulating a carefully thought-out scheme, woman


And I'm bringing this paper faster than
I am making money more swiftly than


These other lil bastards can
my competition can


So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
I am recalling the women I have previously pimped


And keep a player paid in full cause pimping ain't no joke
I ensure that my employees are fully compensated because pimping is a serious matter


You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
There is a low probability that you will engage in sexual activity


Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
I prefer payment for dances to be given in cash and directly placed in your undergarment


This C.O.D. nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
I only accept cash on delivery, so keep your credit and debit cards


No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
I do not accept checks, money orders or credit cards


Original old school rock balling rappers
I am one of the originators of old-school rap music


Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
Women refer to us as successful, confident and wealthy


But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
Why criticize us when you think we are experiencing hardship


You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
You attempt to flag us down when you see us driving our older vehicle


Now what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch play
What aspect of the pimping game taught you women to behave like this?


See we makes a bitch pay
We make women provide payment for our services as a pimp


Like a bitch weigh
Their payment is proportional to their weight or worth to me as a pimp


And then a bitch stay
If they continue to pay, they may remain my employee


Wouldn't sit still
They are restless


Fuck how this shit feel
I do not care about their emotions


This ain't studio pimping
This is not fictional or staged pimping


This shit real pimping
This is authentic, legitimate pimping


I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck (getting buck)
My employees are sexually active and earning money quickly


And you know that we couldn't give a fuck (give a fuck)
We do not care about the opinions or actions of others


I got them bitches on the corner selling cock (selling cock)
Some of my employees are selling their bodies on the street


And the game that we go don't stop (don't stop)
Our lifestyle and business operations never cease


I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup (with the syrup)
I have male employees who use cough syrup recreationally


And you know that we always blowing herb (blowing herb)
We consistently smoke marijuana


And in the club man you know we stay strapped (stay strapped)
We carry concealed weapons when we go to clubs


And bitch you know that it ain't about this rap (ain't about this rap)
Our objectives and actions have nothing to do with rap music


To many niggas out here buying hoes a meal
There are too many men who are buying prostitutes food and gifts


Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
Women should not feel comfortable accepting food and gifts from men in exchange for sex


I close the deal from the front door
I make my deals clear and concise from the beginning


Fuck me right and suck me tight
My employees are expected to engage in sexual activity that pleases me


And you just might hit the blunt hoe
You may have the opportunity to smoke marijuana with me


I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
I do not deceive or mislead my employees


But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
Do not act self-righteous or pretentious


You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
If you are my employee, it will cost you financially


So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser
Provide payment before I fire or abandon you as an employee


Sweet Jones, gripping grain
Referring to himself as 'Sweet Jones' and holding onto his car's steering wheel


With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
Critiquing others for their lack of jewelry despite their boasts


And most of y'all niggas ain't nothing but tricks
The majority of men are just gullible or easily manipulated


But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
We are drinking cough syrup and breaking down large quantities of drugs


Popping pills, work the wood wheel
We take pills and drive our cars


Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
I do not care about your background or personal opinions


If you want to go to war I'll take you to war
I am willing to engage in conflict with you


I got an AK-47 and a tek in the car
I have firearms in my car, including an AK-47 and a tec-9


Now see let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
Allow me to reveal the true secrets of the pimping business


The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
The primary issue disempowering prostitutes is the influence of their peers


You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Previously, men were the primary providers of prostitution services


Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
Currently, many women are now offering pimping services


What the business what the deal man these hoes got me fucked
These women's actions and attitudes are frustrating me


Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
I become aggressive when entering a strip club


Oh you fucking with my cheese oh you fucking with my paper
If you try to take my money, you will face consequences


Bitch you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
Even if you engage in non-consensual sex, you must still provide payment


I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
I am not upset about my female employee participating in lesbian activity


Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
That kind of sexual activity is not my primary concern


Bitch I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I have clear expectations for my employees and they work continuously


I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I require all of my employees' attentiveness, financial contributions and adherence to our lifestyle


I need the coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
I require access to all of my employees' belongings and modes of transportation


On knees and Bentley's, mozzarella cheese
My employees must show me respect and provide me with all of their earnings


Now nigga now you talking hoes get to walking
I am ready to dismiss and remove certain employees


And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit bitch walk (Bitch!)
I am not open to discussion and expect immediate compliance


Hold up, hold up
Wait a moment




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BERNARD FREEMAN, CHAD L BUTLER, ERIC BARRIER, JORDAN HOUSTON, JORDAN STUART, PAUL BEAUREGARD, TODD SHAW, WILLIAM LEE GRIFFIN

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