50 Cent Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
"P.I.M.P. (Extended Remix) Lyrics"
Slither Lyrics
Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? Oh, watch the puppets dancing Yeah, see the clowns fall down Hey, tie your tap shoes tightly Yeah, wear them into town See you crawling See you crawling in Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? There ain't no heroes here No, no more Oh, play the game so nicely Oh, check, it's your move now Yeah, we're standing in this jungle Yeah, with serpents I have found See you crawling See you crawling in Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? Have your heroes disappeared? S
Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? Oh, watch the puppets dancing Yeah, see the clowns fall down Hey, tie your tap shoes tightly Yeah, wear them into town See you crawling See you crawling in Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? There ain't no heroes here No, no more Oh, play the game so nicely Oh, check, it's your move now Yeah, we're standing in this jungle Yeah, with serpents I have found See you crawling See you crawling in Don't go looking for snakes you might find them Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them Haven't I seen you here before? Have your heroes disappeared? S
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)
[50 Cent:]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curi
Longer That I'm Out Here Lyrics
The longer that I'm out here the better you sound You're scrunching up your face in this picture I found And I'm chasing after you, steadily losing ground I don't wanna forget so I'm writing it down Have you ever? No, never never? I find that hard to believe So let's burn the furniture To see how angry a fire could make me Now you say that there's someone that you need to reconnect with Some scarecrow from high school that you loved but never slept with A baby with a pipe dream playing hopscotch on your bandages And I'm singing all his songs while I sleep on your couch I'm coughing up a lung but I'm covering my mouth And I paint you on the wall Yellow, red, green and brown I miss you all the time but I'm blocking it out Are you better? No, never never? What does that say about me? Now let's break the smoke alarm
ous to see The longer that I'm out here the better you sound You're scrunching up your face in this picture I found And I'm chasing after you, steadily losing ground I don't wanna forget so I'm writing it down Have you ever? No, never never? I find that hard to believe So let's burn the furniture To see how angry a fire could make me Now you say that there's someone that you need to reconnect with Some scarecrow from high school that you loved but never slept with A baby with a pipe dream playing hopscotch on your bandages And I'm singing all his songs while I sleep on your couch I'm coughing up a lung but I'm covering my mouth And I paint you on the wall Yellow, red, green and brown I miss you all the time but I'm blocking it out Are you better? No, never never? What does that say about me? Now let's break the smoke alarm
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
I don't
Un Amor Lyrics
Un amor Un amor viv? Llorando. Y mi dec?a: Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por tii-iiii-iii, es con amor. Un amor Un amor viv? Llorando. Y mi dec?a: ( LLorando, ya tormentado) Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por tii-iiii-iii, es con amor. (chorus:) Yo quisiera Para entender un amor yo saber Que me quer?a ya tormentado Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por ti, es con amor. Hay para ya vivir acunto a ti Me enamor? ya de ti Ya sin tus besos yo no puedo Vivir con el acordar (same chords as first verse)
know what you heard about meUn amor Un amor viv? Llorando. Y mi dec?a: Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por tii-iiii-iii, es con amor. Un amor Un amor viv? Llorando. Y mi dec?a: ( LLorando, ya tormentado) Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por tii-iiii-iii, es con amor. (chorus:) Yo quisiera Para entender un amor yo saber Que me quer?a ya tormentado Las palabras de Dios, Llorando por ti, es con amor. Hay para ya vivir acunto a ti Me enamor? ya de ti Ya sin tus besos yo no puedo Vivir con el acordar (same chords as first verse)
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[Snoop Dogg:]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'
[50 Cent:]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[Lloyd Banks:]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-
Song On The Radio Lyrics
(Fearing) Talking with my friends around a bottle of red wine We laugh a lot, telling jokes, telling lies Money in the bank is knowing people that you like Knowing people you can trust in troubled times ‘Cause time offers no guarantees And it only takes a little thing to bring you to your knees To face the music playing now Like a song on the radio It’s sad and it’s familiar spreading like a rumour And everybody knows that old song on the radio As clear as black and white We can sing it with our eyes closed Everybody knows that old song on the radio The morning’s in the headlines and the tealeaves in my cup But I still don’t know what isn’t true The sun rose on the city and everyone so busy Making plans up and down the avenue A flash of silver caught the public eye And we all turned to stare into the New
-N-G-S-T-E-R(Fearing) Talking with my friends around a bottle of red wine We laugh a lot, telling jokes, telling lies Money in the bank is knowing people that you like Knowing people you can trust in troubled times ‘Cause time offers no guarantees And it only takes a little thing to bring you to your knees To face the music playing now Like a song on the radio It’s sad and it’s familiar spreading like a rumour And everybody knows that old song on the radio As clear as black and white We can sing it with our eyes closed Everybody knows that old song on the radio The morning’s in the headlines and the tealeaves in my cup But I still don’t know what isn’t true The sun rose on the city and everyone so busy Making plans up and down the avenue A flash of silver caught the public eye And we all turned to stare into the New
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
[50 Cent:]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[Young Buck:]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT
[50 Cent:]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH