[Intro]The the mechanic[Verse 1]I was born in eighty two January twenty thirdI was my mamma's only childAnd to my daddy I was thirdIn a itty bitty city by the waterThe town Oakland CaliforniaPimps outside popping collarsSpitting game better watch your daughterOn San Pablo I seen it allCaddies, Volks white wallYoung black girls, white brasI used to tell a pimp I wanna be like y'allThey said don't be like me be better than meA straight scene from the MacsBut meet coasts and go rollsHow could you not wanna live like thatSix by nines in the trunkComing through with tremendous bumpCandy painted cars with all flavoursAnd they didn't wear sneakers they wore gators[Hook]Son of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.pSon of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.p[Verse 2]I was raised by pimps and playersMacs and gangstersTold me forever stay after bread and be about your paperMy whole household was full of gameMy daddy and my mammaMy daddy had hoes, in the houseAnd there never once was dramaI got it honest I cannot lieThat's why these chicks don't impress meOPM and [?] is what my daddy used when he was stressingBut he stay fly suited in boots until the day he passedGucci hats, Armani slacks damn that man had swag[HooK]Son of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.pSon of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.p[Verse 3]In Oakland California there's only three ways to livePlay ball, duck the law or pimp on a bitchI did all three coming up tryna live like my daddyI had a Benz, on rims and Volks on a caddieWhen I said Son of a Pimp some thought I was lyingBut when they seen that first album coverMan it was no denying itNow look at this album cover yep, that's my mamaThat's madam Des, pimping ass with bands fucking up commas[Hook]Son of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.pSon of a pimp(P.i.m.p)Son of a P.i.m.p
