Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club)

Fuck no, I ain't got no Grey Poupon

Well, anyway, I said, "That's no burglar, that's my butler"
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Oh, David, do a muster for us
Well, if they can make this music more funky
Let me see if I can do my voice like those rappers
Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, here we, ahem
Hmm, here we, ahem, ahem

Here we go
Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockefeller
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphilis
But no need for prophylactics
I'm up your own, so me no match, it ain't Puff
But my cream got Amino acid
Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions if your ass occur
Shit, it wouldn't be the first time I done make a massacre, uh

Nigga please, how you figure
These motherfuckers like me got stocks, bonds and securities?
No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon
When my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on
Do some gangster shit, make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school

How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules
Flash a little cash, make you think you got class
But you're really selling ass
And hoe, keep off my grass, unless you're cutting it
See I'm running shit
Treat all ya motherfuckers as simps
I'm just a pimp

I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime

That was so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, no (come on old boy), no, no, I (I did mine), uhm
It's so tribal (well, very well) oh, goody!
But hold my Martini, I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure

Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money lasts longer than EverReady
Ain't nothing petty about cash, I never lose
This is just like the straw, but the hoes don't choose
I chose you
No voodoo can hoodoo you
From getting treated like a piece of a boo-boo
Who do you think want them niggas that don't turn tricks?

The law on hoeing in '94 is getting '86-ed
And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po's for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangster rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that Mack ass, I already pimped his daddy
Let you out like Linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores
Making you eat top ramen while I eat shrimp
Y'all motherfuckers are simps, I'm just a pimp

I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime

Oh, no, here he comes (oh, don't look at him)
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie, uhm, eh, reggae type of thing you know
One, two, three (well actually, we were just leaving), and

Trump, Trump, check out the cash inna mi trunk
Trump, Trump, check out the cash inna mi trunk
I am Donald Trump me tell, you might've heard about mi
How mi last wife Ivana come and catch mi money
She want all, she want this she want ... of fun
X amount of this, we say no dislike the gap, hear me
Hold up your hand if you love the money
Hold up your hand if you love picnic
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk, dem wan fi come get see

I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime
I've got hoes, now it's showtime

Well, how did you like that, then?
Well, we really must be leaving you
Yes, yes, Donald, it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in, eh
They probably have got down in Caribbean
Oh yeah, yeah, I still remember seeing you there

Won't you stick around, and I'll, I'll rap some more for you?
Oh, no, no, no need for that
I think I see Jackie, oh Jackie! Jackie! Ah
Explain the video, yes (please, please pass the bubbly)
Oh, this dude has really sucky bars (umm, ya, umm)
Yeah, for real

Come, look here motherfuckers
We taking all this motherfucking shit (I'ma say, "Bitch")
Yeah (stop talking) I want all that shit
(I'm staying here) you best come up off that coat, I want it
We're taking these