[Intro] + (50 Cent) I've been so many places I've seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before (ha ha) I've been around the world I've met all kind of girls Girl you look like someone that I done fucked on tour All sold out - gettin paper things change (I'm rich bitch) You done heard of my name (50 Cent bitch) I'm a P.I.M.P. (I'm a pimp, bitch) You done heard about me (Cause I'm the shit!)
[Verse One: 50 Cent] You see how things change First they didn't want me, now they want me See a nigga gettin paid, they wanna push up on me Used to see these hoes, chasin a nigga I'll have in the hotel, tastin a nigga 50 like a lollipop, lick me baby Then lick Dr., Dre and Shady -- ohh!
[Chorus] Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me Man they give me that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck with me It's alright with me, c'mon and gimme that groupie love
[Verse Two: Tony Yayo] Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick That's the reason these groupies is on my dick Listen young and old, these hoes is loose Wintertime's the staircase, summertime's the roof Gimme eight days and a eighth, homey I'm straight Have a church girl on the bus movin weight I got birds backstage that's serious eye-candy Ain't got birds in the hood so I'm in the burbs with Bambi My writin methods, got me more hoes than Tyson Beckford Icey necklace on the tour bus, ass naked When I say jump, bitch say how high? And flag down a car when the shit drive by I'm a pimp like Pretty Tone I got the info on the pretty chrome Fuckin hoes off of 50 phone My name hold weight, you barely known You on that R. Kelly shit, your bitch is barely grown (YEA!)
G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks] Shorty ain't feelin me, shorty must like girls.. .. like girls, cause I'm the only man in your world Bitch I can make you famous, you don't know what you missin I can change your mind if you listen The bitch don't like me, the bitch must don't like men.. .. like men, I say what I want cause I can If I didn't I'd be a liar, mami I'm on fire Come ride with a rider, that's how we swing You might catch the King with a singer; but touchin my doorbell's the only way I put a ring on your finger Threw me a combo with two cups and, I'm in your bedroom Fuckin up your sheets like the Klu Klux Klan I shook hands with my fans then fuck 'em I'm in the hallways tryin to duck 'em, so I can climb in sum'n My name's B-A-N-K dollar sign BITCH I'm a pimp, you need to make that switch And come and give me that