Pimps Lyrics

[Waiter]

Fuck No! I ain't got no Grey Poupon



[woman] Well anyway, I said that's no burglar, that's my butler

[[David Rockefeller[ ha ha ha ha ha ha

[woman] Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip. I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something

[David Rockefeller] Yes. We have this thing we do with our voices. We sing like authentic rappers

[woman] Oh David, you must do it for us

[David Rockefeller[ Well, if they can make this music more funky. Let me see if I can do my voice like those rappers. (clears voice)

[David Rockefeller[ Here we go (clears voice)

[David Rockefeller[ Here we (clears voice)

[David Rockefeller[ Here we go



[Boots doing David Rockefeller doing an authentic rapper]

Well if your blind as Helen Kellar, you can 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'ma up you on some mean no mad shit

Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid

Keep my hos in check

No rebellions, if your ass occur

Shit, it wouldn't be the first time I done made a massacre, uh



Nigger please how you figure these motherfuckers like me got stocks, bonds and securities

No impurities, straight anglo-saxon when my family got they sex on

Don't let me get my flex on

Do some gansta shit make the army go to war for Exxon



Long as the money flow, I be makin' dough

Welcome to my little pimp school

How you gonna beat me at this game, I made the rules

Flash a little cash, make you think you got class

But you really sellin' ass and ho keep off my grass less you cuttin' it

See I'm running shit

Trick

All ya motherfuckers is simps, I'm just a pimp



I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch



[woman] That is so cute. John Paul why don't you entertain us with something as well

[John Paul Getty] Well, what should I do?

[woman] Why don't you rap for us?

[John Paul Getty] N, no, no, no

David Rockefeller] Come on old boy, I did mine.

[woman] It's so... tribal.

[John Paul Getty] Well, very well.

[woman] Oh goody.

[John Paul Getty] But hold my martini. I have to do those hand gestures. We will begin at the commencement of the next measure.



[E-Roc doing John Paul Getty doing an authentic rapper]

Not get ready, I'm J.P. Getty

I'm tearin' this shit up like confetti

My money last longer than Everyready

Ain't nothing petty about cash, I never lose

This is just like the stroll, but the hos don't choose I choose you

No voodoo can hoo-do you

From getting treated like a piece of a boo boo

Who, do you think want them niggers that don't turn tricks?

The no get ho in 94 was gettin' 86'd

And all about those rebellions and riots and mishaps

I go the po pos for they daily pimp slap

The motherfucking gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy

I'm that mac ass already pimped his daddy

Lay you out like linoleum floors

I'm gettin' rich off petroleum wars

Controlling you whores

Makin' you eat top ramen, while I eat shrimp

Ya'll motherruckers is simps I'm just a pimp



I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch



[woman] Oh no, here he comes

[David Rokefeller] Oh don't look at him

[Donald Trump] Are you fellows rapping? I can do that reggie em or reggae type of thing you know

[woman] Well actually we were just

[Donald Trump] One, two, three and



[? doing Donald Trump doing an authentic reggae DJ]

Trump, trunk check out all the cash in all me trunk

Trump, trunk check out all the cash in all me trunk

I'm Donald Trump me tell ya, ya might have heard about me

How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money

She want all, she want this, she wanting of fun

X amount of this like they can't hear me



Hold up ya hand if you love money

Hold up ya hand if you love pigmy

Gun partna psych gonna have to kill somebody see

Because the money in my trunk they want to come get see



I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch

I bump hos that wish yo time

Son of a; Son of a bitch



[Donald Trump] Well how did you like that then?

[woman] Well we really must be leaving you

[David Rockefeller] Yes, yes, Donald it was smashing to see you again

[Donald Trump] That was something I picked up in the property I have down in the Carribean

[David Rockefeller] Oh Duvalier, yes I remember

[Donald Trump] Why don't you stick around and I'll rap some more for you

[David Rockefeller] No, I think I see Jackie, Oh Jackie, Jackie, ahh splendid to see you. He is really such a bore



[thieves]

Well look here motherfuckers we takin' all this shit

Yeah we are taking all these

You besta come off up that coat

we takin' these