Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club)

Fuck no, I ain't got no Grey Poupon
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 Well, anyway, I said, "That's no burglar, that's my butler"
 (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip
 I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
 Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices
 We sing like authentic rappers
 Oh, David, do a muster for us
 Well, if they can make this music more funky
 Let me see if I can do my voice like those rappers
 Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, here we, ahem
 Hmm, here we, ahem, ahem
 Here we go
 Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller
 You could see I'm David Rockefeller
 So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
 I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphilis
 But no need for prophylactics
 I'm up your own, so me no match, it ain't Puff
 But my cream got Amino acid
 Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions if your ass occur
 Shit, it wouldn't be the first time I done make a massacre, uh
 Nigga please, how you figure
 These motherfuckers like me got stocks, bonds and securities?
 No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon
 When my family got their sex on
 Don't let me get my flex on
 Do some gangster shit, make the army go to war for Exxon
 Long as the money flow, I be making dough
 Welcome to my little pimp school
 How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules
 Flash a little cash, make you think you got class
 But you're really selling ass
 And hoe, keep off my grass, unless you're cutting it
 See I'm running shit
 Treat all ya motherfuckers as simps
 I'm just a pimp
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 That was so cute
 John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
 Well, what should I do?
 Why don't you rap for us?
 No, no (come on old boy), no, no, I (I did mine), uhm
 It's so tribal (well, very well) oh, goody!
 But hold my Martini, I have to do those hand gestures
 We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
 Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty
 I am tearing this shit up like confetti
 My money lasts longer than EverReady
 Ain't nothing petty about cash, I never lose
 This is just like the straw, but the hoes don't choose
 I chose you
 No voodoo can hoodoo you
 From getting treated like a piece of a boo-boo
 Who do you think want them niggas that don't turn tricks?
 The law on hoeing in '94 is getting '86-ed
 And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
 I got the po'-po's for that daily pimp slap
 The motherfucker gangster rolling Fleetwood Caddy
 I'm that Mack ass, I already pimped his daddy
 Let you out like Linoleum floors
 I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
 Controlling you whores
 Making you eat top ramen while I eat shrimp
 Y'all motherfuckers are simps, I'm just a pimp
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 Oh, no, here he comes (oh, don't look at him)
 Are you fellows rapping?
 I can do that reggie, uhm, eh, reggae type of thing you know
 One, two, three (well actually, we were just leaving), and
 Trump, Trump, check out the cash inna mi trunk
 Trump, Trump, check out the cash inna mi trunk
 I am Donald Trump me tell, you might've heard about mi
 How mi last wife Ivana come and catch mi money
 She want all, she want this she want ... of fun
 X amount of this, we say no dislike the gap, hear me
 Hold up your hand if you love the money
 Hold up your hand if you love picnic
 Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
 Because the money inna mi trunk, dem wan fi come get see
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
 I've got hoes, now it's showtime
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 Well, how did you like that, then?
 Well, we really must be leaving you
 Yes, yes, Donald, it was smashing to see you again
 Something I picked up in, eh
 They probably have got down in Caribbean
 Oh yeah, yeah, I still remember seeing you there
 Won't you stick around, and I'll, I'll rap some more for you?
 Oh, no, no, no need for that
 I think I see Jackie, oh Jackie! Jackie! Ah
 Explain the video, yes (please, please pass the bubbly)
 Oh, this dude has really sucky bars (umm, ya, umm)
 Yeah, for real
 Come, look here motherfuckers
 We taking all this motherfucking shit (I'ma say, "Bitch")
 Yeah (stop talking) I want all that shit
 (I'm staying here) you best come up off that coat, I want it
 We're taking these