We went to da Pimp N’ Ho Ball. Dere was
herb, ice, and ass fo all. Some rap tycoon
by da light of da moon was pouring a glass
of Crystál. Yo, we lit up our crack spoons
like noon. Ho’s stripped off dere g-strings fo dips
in da pool – bling was swinging from one and all.
Inside, pimplicious ladies like Sweet Lips
Mercedes were lined up from wall to wall.
We rolled to da Pimp N’ Ho Ball. You know
we be takin ro-call, sayin who old
school, who east coast, who bank most we all toast.. So
pimps: Wear yo green fo da money and gold
fo da honey, when we ride into town.If you a true pimp, yell “Pimps up, ho’s down"