One pound for the house
That's all we need, baby
Just one for the house (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
C'mon
Pimp juice, ooh-ooh-hoo
I think I need to let her loose (might think I need to let her loose)
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real)
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' new pimp juice (woo)
I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for homegirl to recognize)
Yes I do, yes I do
I'm in that, seventy-four, Coupe DeVille
With the, power seats, leather, wood on my wheel
One-touch sunroof, but leave it alone
Hoes see it, can't believe it, "It's goin back on it's own"
Ooh, shit, that's how we do it, baby
"Every day like this?" Seven days
I tell you three-sixty-five
Winter, spring and fall, in the summer we ride
You actin' like you never seen it before
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
Bitch please, get in, but don't you slam that door
Dust your shoes off before you touch that floor
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You're in a hurry, slow down, and I might let you touch it
You ain't from Russia, so bitch, why you rushin'? She want my
Pimp juice, ooh-ooh-hoo
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real)
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' new pimp juice (woo)
I think I need to cut her loose (I cut her lose 'fore that happen)
Yes I do, yes I do
Now I'm, clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anything from Timberland to Gators
Now listen, I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played
And uh, I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid
That's why I, I got my fade everybody had braids
And now they switchin' to fades and I'm thinkin' 'bout braids
Just an example of pimp juice jackin'
If we were hoopin', I'd be yellin, "They hackin"
I see you mama, through my Dolce Gabbana
Gucci and Prada, baby, I gotta lotta
The Luciana ain't a problem for papa
That's all you want then, baby girl, I'ma holla
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You're in a hurry, slow down, 'cause I don't like how you actin'
Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packin' she like my
Pimp juice, ooh-ooh-hoo
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' new pimp juice (I think I just)
I think I need to cut her loose (need to take this time and explain to 'em exactly)
(What pimp juice is)
Yes I do, yes I do
Uh, hear me out now
Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite s*x
It could be money, fame, or straight intellect
It don't matter, bitches got the pimp juice too
Come to think about it, dirty, they got mo' than we do
They got mo' juice in they talk, got mo' juice in they walk
They got mo' juice in they veins, ooh God damn
I tell you, man, it's a cryin' shame
How people use the juice in vain, you hear me mane
Pimp juice is color blind
You find it work on all color, creeds, and kinds
From ages fifty right down to nine
The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign
Watch me recline
'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't cha?
You're in a hurry, slow down, bitch, I got all night
Matter fact, stand on my left, boo, I know you ain't right
You want my (come on)
Pimp juice, ooh-ooh-hoo
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' new pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose
Yes I do, yes I do
My juice, my juice, she want the juice now
My juice, my juice, she want my pimp juice
My juice, my juice, she want my juice now
My juice, my juice, she want my pimp juice, ooh
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Pimp Juice - Nelly
