[Nelly] Let`s go {This is too, too, pimpish} c`mon
[Ron Isley]
Hoooooooooh yea
Oooooh yeah yeah, ooh!
She wants you for your pimp juice
I can`t take it, cause she`s gon` break me for my pimp juice
I think I better cut her loose
She wants me for my pimp juice
Think I better CUT HER LOOSE!
Ooooooooh
[Nelly] + (Ron Isley)
I`m still in that, seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille
Still got the seats, the leather, wood on the wheel (won`tcha)
One touch on my sunroof – but mama leave it alone now
Can`t you see it? It`s goin back on it`s own now
(Ooooooooh-oooh!) That`s how we do it baby
(Ahh yeah..) Seven dayy-ayyys
.. We hustle three-sixty-five
I tell ya - winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride
(Oooh) Still actin like you never seen it before - before
Like them country boys ain`t got no dough
(Chick please) Get in.
(Dust your shoes off) befo` you touch that flo`
Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
I say you look to put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
You`re in a hurry (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
You ain`t from Russia, uh-uh.. OOH!
[Chorus: Ron Isley] + (Nelly)
Pimp juice (uh-uhh uh.. uh-uhh uh)
I think I need to let her loose (uh-uhh uh)
(I tell ya) This old lady (oh man) she`s so shady
(Ooooh, uh-uhh uh..) Yeah (uh-uhh uh.. uh-uhh uh)
(I tell ya) I can`t take it (no no)
Cause she`s gon` break me (yeah)
[Nelly] + (Ron Isley)
I`m still - clean as a whistle, sharp as a razor (uh-huh)
In anythang from Vokal to the Gators (now listen)
Still play the haters (OWW!) like they should be played
And I`m quick to lay a lady (OWW!) if she want no delays
Still got the fade, still thinkin `bout braids (`bout braids)
See cats with braids steady switchin to fades (oh-oh-oh)
That`s just the pimp juice jackin - jackin
If we were hoopin, I`d be yellin They hackin - they hackin
And I see you momma, in your Dolce Gabbana (woo!)
Gucci and Prada boo you look even hotter
The lucciana ain`t no problem for poppa
Shoppin sprees, got the keys, if you want it I gotta
So you look to put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
I say you wanna put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
You`re in a hurry (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
I send you Green Bay Packin about my.
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
[Nelly] + (Ron Isley)
See now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex
I`m talkin `bout money, fame, or straight intellect
It don`t matter, see women got the pimp juice too
Come to think about it - dirty, they got mo` than we do
They got mo` (juice in they walk) they got mo` (juice in they talk)
And if you look they got (juice in they pants) you be like, damn!
I tell you man it`s a cryin shame, cryin shame.
.. how women out herre use, they use the juice in vein - you hear me mayne
Pimp juice is color blind, color blind – color blind
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds (whoah-ohhh)
From ages 50 right down to 9 – down to 9
Yo it`s the Mayor, Mr. Biggs, uh-uh – yo they won`t resign (watch me recline)
Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
I say you go to put your feet on my rug (don`tcha?)
You`re in a hurry (SLOW DOWN, ohh yeah)
Stand on my left boo.. C`MON!
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
{*Ron Isley harmonizes until fade*}
[Ron Isley] She wants you for your pimp juice..
