50 cent

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Intro  - 50 cents  
Yeah! Uh huh! So seductive!  
 
{Chorus - 50 Cent & (Olivia)}  
I'll take you to the candy shop  
I'll let you lick the lollypop  
Go ahead girl and don't you stop  
Keep going till you hit the spot, WHOA!  
(I'll take you to the candy shop)  
(Boy one taste of what I got)  
(I'll have you spending all you got)  
(Keep going till you hit the spot, WHOA!)  
 
{Verse - 50 Cent}  
You can have it your way, how do you want it?  
You gon back that thang up or should I push up on it  
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level  
Dance floor, jam packed, hot as a tea kettle  
I'll break it down for ya now, baby it's simple  
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho  
In the hotel or in the back of the rental  
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into  
Got the Magic Stick, I'm the love doctor  
Have your friends teasing you bout how sprung I got you  
Wanna show me you can work it baby, no problem  
Get on top, then get to bouncing round like a low rider  
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit  
After you work up a sweat you can play wit the stick  
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can  
I'll melt in your mouth girl not in your hand  
 
{Chorus}  
 
{Bridge - 50 Cent & (Olivia)}  
Girl what we do (what we do)  
And where we do (and where we do)  
The things we do (things we do)  
Are just between me and you (oh yeahhh)  
 
{Verse - 50 Cent}  
Give it to me baby, nice and slow  
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo  
You ain't never heard it sound like this before  
Cause I ain't never put it down like this  e -chords .com 
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper  
It's like it's a race, who could get undressed quicker  
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs  
Having me thinking about that ass after I'm gone  
I touch the right spot at the right time  
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind  
So seductive, you should see the way she wind  
Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind  
As long as she ain't stopping homie, I ain't stopping  
Dripping wet wit sweat man it's on and popping  
On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on  
Now we gon sip to every bubble now every bottle is gone  
 
{Chorus - repeat 2x}

( G#m-Am  F#m-G#m  Am-G#m ) 
 
 
50 Cent} 
Go, go, go, go 
Go, go, go shawty 
It's your birthday 
We gon' party like it's yo birthday 
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday 
And you know we don't give a fuck 
It's not your birthday! 
{Chorus} (2x) 
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub 
Look mami I got the X if you into fell the buff 
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love 
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed 
{Verse} 
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs 
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club 
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love 
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck 
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up 
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up 
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp 
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp 
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" 
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac 
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco 
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold 
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind 
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind 
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow 
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go 
{Chorus} (2x) 
{Bridge} 
My flow, my show brought me the doe 
That bought me all my fancy things 
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels 
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change 
{Verse} 
And you should love it, way more then you hate it 
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it 
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life 
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? 
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on 
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone 
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn 
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned 
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up 
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate 
Watch the money pile up 
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub 
You know where we fucking be 
{Chorus} (2x) 
{Talking} 
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga 
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga 
G-Unit

{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
{Verse 1} 
Dm 
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars 
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada 
A 
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana 
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna 
Dm 
I spit a little G man, and my game got her 
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada 
A 
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her 
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her 
Dm 
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk 
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York 
A 
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head 
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread 
Dm 
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed 
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid 
A 
Look baby this is simple, you can't see 
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
 
Verse 2:   Dm  -  A (im Wechsel) 
 
 
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me 
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P 
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy 
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P 
Come get money with me, if you curious to see 
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P 
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV 
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P 
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball 
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all 
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall 
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call 
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall 
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small 
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit 
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
Verse 3:    Dm -  A  (im Wechsel) 
 
 
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools 
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels 
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused 
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes 
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper 
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her 
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know 
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low 
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street 
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat 
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread 
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head 
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch 
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six 
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch 
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK 
 
 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
Dm 
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness 
                     A 
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know 
 
 
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster 
   Dm 
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH 
 
 
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But please, please resent me always