[Lyric] Definition of a Pimp (Jermaine Dupri)

[Intro]
See this was a [?]
So So Def
All y'all niggas faking and fronting
So So
Fuck that

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
My life's real, I don't know about yours
You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Talk that unrealistic shit (Right)
Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how shit's 'posed to be
My life's real, I don't know about yours (Oh)
You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Talk that unrealistic shit (Right)
Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how it's 'posed to be

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
I got hoes that'll cut ya literally
For talking bad about player when you don't even know me
I got hoes that'll fucky fucky, sucky sucky
At the drop of a dime, anyplace anytime
I got hoes that'll hit the mall just for me
I'm talking 'bout Cartier, Polo to Gucci
I got hoes in Delta bumpin' up my miles
So I can fly othеr hoes to see me in the stylе
I got hoes that's a lot more loyal than niggas
When some shit jump off, they'll pull the trigger
I got hoes with fully furnace pads where I rest that
Work bust they ass and bring me half
I got hoes 'cause niggas ain't niggas no more
They talk like bitches that want to cut your throat
So when you see the [deuce deuces?] on my blue fo' door
Please know, it's me and a ho, it' might be yours
[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
My life's real, I don't know about yours
You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Talk that unrealistic shit (Right)
Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how shit's 'posed to be
My life's real, I don't know about yours (Oh)
You might have a lot of bitches but I got much more (That's right)
Talk that unrealistic shit (Right)
Not me, I'm the definition of a pimp and how it's 'posed to be

[Verse 2: Jermaine Dupri]
I got hoes that ain't got shit but a mouthpiece
Those the ones I just take out to eat
I got hoes tellin' other hoes, "That's my man
I'm his main bitch, you just one of his fans"
I got hoes that's cops, that keep me alert
That even though they hit my records think I got the work
I got hoes at BET and MTV
That play my shit twenty times a week

[Verse 3: ROC]
I got hoes talking about when ROC shit dropping
Want to call Jermaine and ask, "What the fuck is stopping?"
I got hoes, man, it's so many, I done lost count
'Bout a hundred sixty [?] a ridiculous amount
I got flows, more so I flow for them hoes
'Cause I could flow to any tempo over the [MP?]
I got flows, young and don't forget it, who be coming with it
Ducking from the critics every time I check my [?]
I got hoes, lots of those, Jers' to Atlanta
G strings and bandanas, in Los Angeles evening
I got hoes, 'cause the ROC is the definition of a P.I.M.P.-alogy
I got hoes that lay low, that's faithful, split forty-four for the pesos
They boogie and they gutter I just fuck 'em and they know
Once I bust 'em, I'ma disappear (Yeah)
I'm out the door [?] still in the air [?]
[Outro]
I got hoes shaking it up in the club for me
I got hoes on the block stacking ones for me
Want to wash my hair and massage my feet
Because they know the meaning of pimpalogy
I got hoes that'll ride or die for me
Slap the shit out of a nigga just for looking at me
[?] 2001, baby
I got my hoes and his hoes, and her hoes, oh no
I got hoes