Lyric Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin Ain t Easy!!!)
My lifestyles crazy,I m luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don t phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin ,fast lane zoomin
Known around the world for my high post groomin
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin ain t easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin my nails is such a tirin task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don t dare
You re takin a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin my life is just so hard to do
Makin deals a million one or two
Buyin new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E s black,mine s blue
Can t swin a lap in my pool because it s just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simply can t go wrong
And I ll make money,I don t need this damn song
But somebody s gotta do it
When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin in my mansion so big it s silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that s what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin on my boat I might just Helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain t nothin in the word
That me an "E" ain t done
But somedody gotta do it
So much gold that jewelry don t phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin ,fast lane zoomin
Known around the world for my high post groomin
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin ain t easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin my nails is such a tirin task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don t dare
You re takin a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin my life is just so hard to do
Makin deals a million one or two
Buyin new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E s black,mine s blue
Can t swin a lap in my pool because it s just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simply can t go wrong
And I ll make money,I don t need this damn song
But somebody s gotta do it
When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin in my mansion so big it s silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that s what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin on my boat I might just Helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain t nothin in the word
That me an "E" ain t done
But somedody gotta do it
