Lyrics:

Uh, light up the bomb, cause here I come
It's eight bizall got the remedy,
Dr. Green's sticky got the cure for me.
Pimp tight, I'm so tight, taking flight like a kite
When the wind blows creepin in my Timbo's.
Most, hoes know, I'm out to get the loot
Fuck being your boyfriend, girl! I wanna hit the boots!
Jump, deep in that rump, and then I got a flat bitch
You should've known how a real nigga act
That's, why I be, about my P's and Q's
Cause hoes end up being bad news.
Find em, fuck em, split em, forget em
Let the ho go, so the next Joe can hit em
Real about this playa shit,
Suave came deeper than the ocean
Lip on hay, hit me with the potion,
Floating, cloud nine is beneath me
Niggas can't see 8Ball and that fucking G.
Dope, like a cake, fake, niggas get the
Fucking with the (...)
Don't be the next one to get done and find
You can't fade a pimp in his own fucking rhyme.

Chorus:
Pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!

These bitches be popping game,
And wearing their niggas clothes
Scandalous, groupie, big choosy, booty outrageous hoes
Bitches and backrubs bubbling bathtubs
Luxury hotels, executive strip clubs.
A natural born break-a-bitch scholar,
Holla if ya hear me, step on if ya trick bustas fear me
Hear me, pimp speaking
For all and each and each and all
Now break em off something ball!
What's next? Much real shit, coming from the two
Pimp niggas who survived, coming up paying dues
Funky flipping, style switching
Niggas better pay attention
Before the automatic starts spitting.
Listen, 8Ball be straight bubbling
Slow ass niggas gettign broke off by my tongue again
Coming in, MJ fuckin G letting em no the time
And I'm, just a pimp in my rhyme

Chorus:
Pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!

Here comes the motherfucking playa, the rhyme slayer
Bitch slayer, I break a
Young womans back, then I take her home
The thrill is gone, I gotta jet, the set
Before I get my ass in some mess
Sipping Hennessey, till I finish the whole cup of the cognac
Catching contacts, put the blunts back.
Super fly, Mr. Golden its getting old,
So label me a young goody straight out the hood.
I'm able to lay my game down in a single bound
Then while I'm in the same town smoking out on the pound
As I'm keeping an eye for tight ho's, while I creep,
Through the streets while you sleep
Put them D's on my Jeep, peep this
A hundred and ten percent, physical fitness
I lay the type of pipe that put the plumber out-a-business.
Who is this? Its manipulator, demonstrator
Pimp shit, top rater, trick hater
Bustas can't comprehend, but then again
They never could, to busy fucking off in the neighborhood
I'm a keep pimpin rhymes, I'm outta my pimping mind
I'm here to say that I'm a pimp in my own rhyme.

Chorus: (x2)
Pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp, in my own, fucking rhyme
Pimp in my own fucking rhyme yes I'm!
A pimp!