Coro: Chi ce l'ha con me? Chi ce l'ha con me? Quanti sguardi neri... quanti volti scuri... quanti occhi che... che si accendono su me... ye - ye - ye
Stick up All gwan put your hands up in de air And turn around with your face to the ground Stick up Here we go Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps?
up!!! All gwan put your hands up in de air and turn around with your face to the ground Stick up!!! Here we go Who are the pimps? Who are the pimps
I love you (you y y y you) I love you (you y y y you) I love you (you y y y you) Sunny Sunny My Sunny one shines so sincere. Sunny one so true, I love
Don't you want.... [x 8] don't you want somebody to love don't you need somebody to love Wouldn't you love somebody to love You better find somebody
pimpin pimpin pimpin pimpin [DJ Whoo Kid] Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha hardest bitch in Don Magic wand ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight up pimp
boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp
Shake That Thang, Shake That Thang [P. Diddy:] Listen, Women Lace Em G For A Jet Twisted, Crooked, Cell Phone Numbers, Probably Flip Em Change Em, Prissy And Boogy
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill] Ready Or Not (9x)... [Lauryn Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh
) And you don't stop!!! [Chorus 1x] [Wyclef] Yo, L-Boogie where you at? [Lauryn] I'm just adjusting my mic [Wyclef] Come on, yo L-Boogie where you
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill] Ready Or Not [x9]... [Lauryn: Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh
t stare like a bitch, bitch buy me a beer Nobody wicked like me, I do this terrifically And my motherfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree So clown
quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap
the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie
drinkin' mother fucker that's me In the flesh and I guess I'm the best In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's no contest For the pimp in the pimp
