Big Boy - Pimp Party lyrics

[Intro: Almighty Infinite (Boy Big)] I remember when he was a young boy, I knew his mama for years Now he wanna be, wanna be a player, I remember him Had a snotty nose, couldn't know how to tie his shoe Now he wanna be, a drug dealer, so called pimp And his macking game, ain't all that I knew his father... father wasn't all that (Pimp party) pimps (pimp party) hoes (Pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party) Oh sh**, yo, it's a pimp convention going on in New York City, boy Yo, you best to get down, we over here in New York City With the baddest, the finest, finest broads out here in New York City I tell you boy, we got a** shaking, we got titties shaking All here, my brother, we gotta come on down, to the pimp convention [Chorus 4X: Boy Big] Pimp party, chillin' at a pimp party (oh oh oh) [Eyes Low] Come and ride with me, where the pimps hang Big chains, wrapped around necks, specs, under slick rings Burri' bird los', tan timbs, throwbacks Heavy cognac, stains on cherry fur coats Most chicks drink, almost every bird choke But the party over, when that dessy bird smoke You already hold folks, it's a don affair Find a freak with blondish hair, and palm aware Got my ex-cons in here, with arms to bare I'm the next, starved for beer, the bomb this year Yeah, dough we get, that 'dro, we click, that after Shows, we rip, them hoes, get pimped in fashion Mo' get sipped, and clothes get stripped, we smashin' Our boa constrict', deflictin' big compactions We ain't leavin' til we rip every last dime Pimp never had blind, b**h better have mine, have mine [Chorus 4X] [Interlude: Almighty Infinite] Oh sh**, yo, the f**ing Bishop Don Juan White Mo, Jody, muthaf**in' Ribbon Shift What up my n***a, yo, it's a pimp party Up in this b**h, boy... we got the pimps to the left And all, youknowhatimsayin, we got the hoes to the right And sh**, we got pimps in front of me, I got pimps in back of me Yo, it's gotta be a muthaf**in' pimp party, man Yo, why the f** your j**els shining like that, man Gold a** creak, bigger than hell, man Yo, that fur coat you got on my brother, yo, word is bond The illest, man [Chorus 4X] [Buddah Bless] Yo, I leave the lab, ghetto fab, from toe to head Chillin' in some of the codest red You know I leave the soldier's bread You know I co*k back the hammer, muthaf**a, better hold ya head Now it's gator and ostrich convention And I got the mack of the year, spot milked In this tear drop silk, it's pimpin' Got the beaver skin limped in Respect robe with the best hoes in pink mink Sweatin' my ever wish, like I Dream of Jeannie So they all walk around in g-string bikini A g' thing, believe me, not everyone's able I'm gettin' bread off the book, under the table I'm gettin' head off the hook, under the table Pour my bottle, b**h, sippin' on a bottle of Crys' High rollers in this joint, that's been pimpin' Since pimpin', been pimpin', been pimpin' Hollywood to Detroit [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Almighty Infinite] Yo that's your Pink Cadillac parked out front Yo, whose Rolls Royce is that Yo, hold up, who just pulled up in that Bentley, hard, right there? Oh sh**, these pimps done went crazy They done tripped over New York City We gonna have a new pimp convention in New York City, today What's going down, out here, yo where Foxy Brown, where Pam Grier? Yo, somebody tell me something, I'm bout to lose my mind We got all this good sh** out here, the flyest women The baddest players, players among players Players don't even know they players yet The whole nine yards...