Ludacris - Pimpin' all over the world
Overige artiesten: Bobby v

Oh yeah

Chorus:
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)

Chorus


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

Chorus

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)

Chorus

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 drakar 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

Writers: Christopher Bridges , JAMAL JONES , Donnie Scantz

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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