Pimp Juice Songtext
von Nelly featuring Ron Isley

One pound for the house, that′s all we need baby
Just one for the house (oh, oh, oh), c'mon

Pimp juice, whoo-ooh
I think I need to let her loose (might think I need to let her loose)
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice (that′s all she want me for really)
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' her pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (it′s time for homegirl to recognize)
Yes I do, yes I do

I′m in that, '74, Coupe DeVille
With the power seats, leather, wood on my wheel
One-touch sunroof (whoo), leave it alone
Hoes see it can′t believe it, "It's goin′ back on its own"
Ooh, that's how we do it baby
(Every day like this?) Seven days


I tell you 365
Winter spring and fall, in the summer we ride
You actin′ like you never seen it before
Like them country boys ain't got no dough
- please (get in) but don't you slam that door
Dust your shoes off, before you touch that floor

′Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don′t ya?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You′re in a hurry (slow down) and I might let ya touch it
You ain't from Russia, so - why you rushin′?

She want my, pimp juice whoo-ooh
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for, for real)
Not my pimp juice, I′m talkin' her pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (I should cut her loose, but I haven't)
Yes I do, yes I do

Now I′m clean as a whistle (yeah) sharp as a razor (aha)
In anything from Timberland to Gaines
Now listen, I play the haters (ooh) like they should be played
And uh, I lay the ladies (ooh) like they should get laid
That′s why I, I got my fade everybody had braids
And now they, switch to fades, and I'm thinkin′ 'bout braids


Just an example of hoochieless jackin′
If we were hoopin', I′d be yellin', "They hackin'"
I see you momma, in my Dolce Gabbana
Gucci and Prada baby I gotta lotta
The Luciana ain′t a problem for poppa
That′s all you want then baby girl I'ma holla

′Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don′t ya?
You're in a hurry (slow down) I don′t like how you actin'
Treat you like you're from Milwaukee, send you Green Bay packin′

She like my, pimp juice whoo-ooh
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice
Not my pimp juice, I′m talkin' her pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose (I need to take this time to explain to you exactly
What the pimp juice is)
Yes I do, yes I do

Uh, hear me out now
Now your pimp juice is anything, attract the opposite sex
It could be money, fame, or straight intellect
It don′t matter - got the pimp juice too
Come to think about it - dirty, they got more than we do
They got more - juice in they talk, got more juice in they walk
They got more - juice in they pants, (oh God damn)

I tell you man it's a cryin′ shame
How people use, the juice in vain, you hear me Maine
Pimp juice is color-blind
You find it work on all color creeds and kinds
From ages 50 right down to nine
The Mayor of Nellyville and I won't resign, watch me recline

′Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You really wanna put your feet on my rug, don't ya?
You′re in a hurry (slow down) - I got all night
Matter fact, stand on my left boo, I know you ain′t right

You want my, pimp juice whoo-ooh
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose, let her loose
She only want me for my pimp juice
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin′ her pimp juice (whoo)
I think I need to cut her loose
Yes I do, yes I do

Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
My juice, my juice, she wants the juice now
My juice, my juice she wants my pimp juice
My juice, my juice she wants my juice now
My juice, my juice, she wants my pimp juice (ooh)