For the crazy bitches that're trippin', today ain't 'bout turkey. It's 'bout the shit y'all buy with the Benjamins. And ain't it lucky that good ol' Pimpuraba here got some fiiiiine gift ideas?
Pimpin' Kenny make for some damn good fireplace readin'. He the master and ain't one to leave a brotha hangin' when he's in need of ... need. Dr. Phil? He ain't got nothin' on my man here when it comes to that self help business. Check this shit out: "I use psychological warfare, or pimpology, to get what I want, which is often more treacherous than physical abuse." Ain't never been a crazier mofo, if you be diggin' it. Better respect, 'specially the first law.
"Law 1: Purse First, Ass Last
If a pimp is going to take a chance, a bitch must give him money in advance.
-- Father Divine"
Amen, brotha. Amen.
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Think the Blingmobile's missin' summa that style it had back in Papa P's day. Hear they good for dealin' with them crazy Johns when they be trippin', too.
If the bitch is bein' all health conscious and into that special organy-whatevah, get 'er ass some of this shit, know what I'm sayin'? Or Pimpsuke -- I hear them ninjas be trippin' over this shit nowadays. Crazy bastards say: "As for the can, people seem to either love it or hate it - in some cases finding the word "pimp" to be somewhat offensive."
I ain't seein' it.
... Daddy ain't got no clue 'bout those pills, but I bet they fuck you up real good.
And it ain't a holiday if the real bitch ain't doin' no bitchwork neither. Sheeit, why not get 'em lookin' just as fine as somethin' mighty fine? Give 'em some style, s'what I always say.
Don't ever say Pimpuraba ain't done nothin' for you 'gain, hear me?