Phunk Junkeez American Pimp Lyrics

Down-sun setting,
'84 4-door Caddy--roof to the floor--black and red, mama bought for ya.
You're just a silly little wanna-be punk-ass, backdoor, truck-store, cowboy crusin' crack...
...Storytellin', lady-smackin', fake pimp-ass pinky ring,
Stealin' things your mama bought for ya.
You wanna-be suburban ass kingpin, gold grill,
Livin' for the thrill, you're nothin' but a G thing.
American pimp (2x)
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp (2x)
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
Mackin' in your ride, ladies lookin' so fine,
Ya see she got no class, on the floor suckin' glass
Real fast, smokin' more, I'm so sorry you're a whore.
Keep ya steppin', what a pity, what's a pretty f*cked up scene.
Police statement... now you're sleepin' in a cell.
It's a real living hell... your punkie, he's a junkie,
Shootin' dope in his veins... you're wheelin' and dealin' and feelin' the pain.
You're a joke, you're broke, you're up in smoke... now look at you.
American pimp (2x) You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp (2x)
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp (2x)
An Elvis motherf*cker... wifebeater... and gold chains.
American pimp (2x)
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
Now you're claimin' you ain't flamin', but you're gamin' like you hip-hop.
Flip-flop, monkey boy, or the big top.
Big pimpin' in a fagazine--but you're fake like plastic cellophane limosuines.
Pitiful, don't mean digital, unedible, lifestyle not credible.
It's the unforgettable American ones... who live so fast and die so young.
Live so fast and die so young. (4x)
American pimp (2x)
You're talkin' so much; it's makin' me sick.
American pimp (2x)
Man, what's up with these American pimps?
American pimp (2x)
Candy-hair grease, black Dickies, and Gucci shades
American pimp (2x)
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?
Live so fast and die so young. (4x)
Yo, what's up with these American pimps?

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