One pound for the hoe, that's all we need baby
Just one for the hoes, c'mon
[Chorus]
Pimp juice,
I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it 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 talking new pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for home girl to recognize)
Yes I do, yes I do
[Nelly]
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 going back on it's own"
Oh, s***, that's how we do it baby
"Every day like this?" Seven day
I tell you three-sixty-five
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride
You acting like you never seen it befo'
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
b**** please, get out, but don't you slam that do'
Dust your shoes off, before you touch that flo'
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You're in a hurry, slow down and I might letcha touch it
You ain't from Russia, so b**** why you rushing?
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
Now I'm, clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anything from Timberland to Gaines
Now listen, I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played
And, I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid
That's why I, I got my fade everybody had braids
And now they, switch to fades and I'm thinking 'bout braids
Just an example of hoochieless jackin
If we were hooping, I'd be yellin "They hacking"
I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana
Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lot of
The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa
That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You're in a hurry, slow down I don't like how you acting
Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packing
[Chorus]
(I think I just
need to take this time and explain to 'em exactly
what the pimp juice is)
[Chorus]
Uh, hear me out now
Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite s**
It could be money, fame, or straight intellect
It don't matter! b****** got the pimp juice too
Come to think about it, dirty, they got more than we do
They got mo' juice in they talk, got mo' juice in they walk
They got mo' juice in they veins, oh god d***!
I tell you man it's a crying shame
how people use, the juice in vein, you hear me man
Pimp juice is color blind
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds
From ages 50 right down to 9
The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign, watch me recline
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You're in a hurry, slow down b**** I got all night
Matter fact, stand on my left bo, I know you ain't right
[Chorus]
Just one for the hoes, c'mon
[Chorus]
Pimp juice,
I think I need to let it loose (might think I need to let it 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 talking new pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (it's time for home girl to recognize)
Yes I do, yes I do
[Nelly]
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 going back on it's own"
Oh, s***, that's how we do it baby
"Every day like this?" Seven day
I tell you three-sixty-five
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride
You acting like you never seen it befo'
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
b**** please, get out, but don't you slam that do'
Dust your shoes off, before you touch that flo'
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don'tcha?
You're in a hurry, slow down and I might letcha touch it
You ain't from Russia, so b**** why you rushing?
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
Now I'm, clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anything from Timberland to Gaines
Now listen, I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played
And, I love the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid
That's why I, I got my fade everybody had braids
And now they, switch to fades and I'm thinking 'bout braids
Just an example of hoochieless jackin
If we were hooping, I'd be yellin "They hacking"
I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana
Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lot of
The lucciana ain't a problem for poppa
That's all you want then baby girl I'ma holla
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You're in a hurry, slow down I don't like how you acting
Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay Packing
[Chorus]
(I think I just
need to take this time and explain to 'em exactly
what the pimp juice is)
[Chorus]
Uh, hear me out now
Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite s**
It could be money, fame, or straight intellect
It don't matter! b****** got the pimp juice too
Come to think about it, dirty, they got more than we do
They got mo' juice in they talk, got mo' juice in they walk
They got mo' juice in they veins, oh god d***!
I tell you man it's a crying shame
how people use, the juice in vein, you hear me man
Pimp juice is color blind
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds
From ages 50 right down to 9
The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign, watch me recline
Cause you want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really want to put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You're in a hurry, slow down b**** I got all night
Matter fact, stand on my left bo, I know you ain't right
[Chorus]