P.I.M.P.

As I sit by the fire sippin' on this fine wine

I reminisce about the time that I saw a pimp standing on the corner of a street

Pretty sure it was the 34th street, you know, where the jazz club at

Yeah that's the one

Anyways I went up to him asking bout his limpy leg and his crooked cane

Then he started talking bout all this cocaine

And as they say

If he got a runny nose, he got a lot of ho's

But I don't see it though

Baby all I see is a dead rose and it shows

You wanna know why? He said tell me, tell me baby

So then I said