ROCKO - P.I.M.P. lyrics
rate meFeat. T.I.
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Give a damn 'bout where you get it from
Just put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket
Go out there and get it then come put it in my pocket
Put it in my pocket, bitch, put it in my pocket
I'm talking P.I.M.P., put it in my pocket
Wake up bright and early, put on my pants and grab my rocket
Make sure cocked and loaded then I put it in my pocket
Plenty cash stashed, stock it, leave it where I got it
Leave da house with nun, when I come back look how full my pockets is
Look how big my pockets look, got your bitch in pocket, look
You bought her a pocket book, she bought me that pocket book
Purse first, yeah, my hoes in pocket
Bet I burst first if you ever get out the pocket
Yeah, my pockets look like books, Yale was my college
Like a quarterback I pass, pockets look like thigh pads
Everything a green light nothin you can do to stop it
P.I.M.P., put it in my pocket, ho
[Hook]
4 o'clock dis morning, we still up in Follies
Benzes, Bentley, Rollses, we don't drive no Maserati
Brought your broad off in my party, got my rod off in her body
Got her face off in my bitch, and I got both them bitches hollin
I see your hoe in fisto, and guess what that bitch said to me
She said my nigga said he'll kill me if I fuck you
So I guess I gotta hop back in your truck, give ya some head and leave
Ok, you don't give a fuck about him, I don't give a fuck about him
Honestly, I thank ya nigga scared to beef
But you ain't got a thousand bucks, I tell you what
You can close your mouth and legs for me
Because my bitch too hood and my dick too good
Say my name, out your mouth, nigga, wish you would
And this is the Dope Boy academy, speak P.I.M.P. randomly
She on her hands and knees on the canopy
Bed, only thing she got was a bag of weed
But see I ask for cash before I ask for ass
So I just fire up the blunt and I ashed her ass, and said
[Hook]
These niggas pocket watching, pocket plotting
Tryna get in my pocket
All this yapping, talking about robbin, all these killers I got in pocket
They gonna do whatever I tell 'em, yeah, they in my pocket
Fuck away from my pocket
All these niggas got their hands out, tryna get in my pocket
Told them nigga put they hand in before I chop, I chop it, hey
They ain't put shit in my pocket
Don't be tryin to get shit out of my pocket, nigga
Ferragamo cargos, all these fucking pockets
Car got plenty compartments, all these fucking pockets
Rap style crack, all my flow in pocket
No losses all profit, all my dough in pocket
[Hook]
Thanks to Barry George for correcting these lyrics
