Ludacris - Pimpin' All Over The World |
Pimpin' All Over The World
Ludacris Oh yeah The fancy cars, the women and the caviar You know who we are, 'cause we're pimpin' all over the world The fancy cars, the women and the caviar You know who we are, 'cause we're pimpin' all over the world Sing it hoes, the world, the world, the world All over the world baby It's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll 'Cause I been places you'd never imagine But I'm gonna start at home when I see a girl I like I walk straight up to her and I'm like Hey girl wha ya doin? You are the woman that I'm really pursuin' And I would like to get to know you Can you give me your name If you jot down your number you'll get mine in exchange (hey) See I'm the man in this town And I hope you wouldn't mind if I showed you around So when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin' of me We got people to meet and many places to see (hey) Mm I'm really diggin' your lips But be careful where you walkin when you're swing them hips I'm kinda concerned you'll be causin' a crash With your traffic jam booty heads pausin so fast (hey) I wouldn't trade you for the world I swear it I like your hair in every style that you wear it And how the colors coordinate with your clothes From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes (whoo oh yeah) You hear the song so dance Don't always think I'm tryin' to get in your pants 'Cause see me my pimpin's in 3D I'm takin' you places you only see on TV Tryin' to show you how you livin' is trite How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life? One day we on the autoban swervin' drivin' Next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands If you wit me ain't no time to sleep 'Specially at wet willy's on Miami beach but I drop you off and pay you no attention If I make to Atlanta's Bronner Brothers convention Then, jump in the car and just ride for hours Makin' sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard's Hawaii to D.C. there's plenty women to see So if your ass don't show up it's more women for me Oh yeah I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades Outnumbered by the dozens at the Jazzfest Then Mardis Gras all the women tryin' to show me their chest (hey) I'm in Jamaica spendin' massive bucks While the ladies all beggin' me to mash it up I had sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans Now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan I used to think that it was way too cold 'Til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes Now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto Then fly to Illinois and get a taste of Chicago Oh yet and still You wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil (But where the best at?) Ain't no need in even askin' bruuh The best women all reside in Africa and that's real (whoo oh yeah) Sing it hoes, the world, the world, the world Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin' Ladies and gentelmen as we ride out Could we have all the real pimps please Put both your pinky fingers high in the air Now ladies, look around with me And lets see if we can't weed some of these niggas out 'Cause it ain't no way that all these niggas could be pimpin' Now if happen to see a nigga with 2 sweat patches up Under his arm look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water Please tell that nigga, put yo hands down If you smell like you been at work all day and your car please put your hands down Now look up at the pinky fingers that are still in the air If you see 'em ashy around the knuckles like the nigga washed Half his hands and lotioned three quarters of his body, please say Put yo hand's down If your spinning rims spin counter clockwise You are not pimpin' If you are dancin on the dance floor and you look to your left And your right and there is not a woman in sight Yeah, guess what? You guessed it, you are not pimpin' If you're vodka and cranberry is really really dark, like blood That's because you didn't order vodka buddy And that's why it's three dollars a glass Oh put your hands down Now look down, look down now I need I need everybody, just to pull up your pants leg one time Ok, you see the nigga with the white socks? Not pimpin' Sorry, unless your part of the beat it entorage Now if your shoes have a buckle on them |