Poverty Pimpin

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - “Poverty Pimpin”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Producer(s): Looie II]
[Sample (Melody): Yutaka Yokokura - “Dragonfly” (0:00)]

[Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yeah, niggas. You know they say: pimp ain’t made, he’s born, baby. It’s a phenomenal thing right here. It’s poverty pimping, you nah’mean? Yeah, uh. We’re gonna get into it like this. Check it out

[Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Ayyo
It’s poverty pimping. Break a bitch ‘til she wobbly and limping
They talk about it, but they’re probably simping
My property’s women—get ‘em to stop and listen
And probably tempt ‘em with this business proposition. She got
All the symptoms: bills and kids
Got to pay rent, food to fill up the fridge. Keep it real
With a bitch that’s triple-X with me. She’s Spanish, dress aqui
Let’s send this dress quickly and just pick the pimp
Who best sick with G’s, spit game maximum spillage
I’m asking for schillings, I tax ‘em and pillage, so ask ‘em “Who’s illest?”
They’re like “Uh oh” just like [?]
Agu the old-school mack like Spoonie Gee

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2)
‘Cause
The pussy ain’t free. You better have my
Money—that’s all I know. You wanna
Fuck with me? You better have my
Money, ho, and my dough

[Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Bitch
You a ho, yell at your man—no need to tell it
They can’t see it’s a pimp, it’s like they almost smell it. Man, it’s like
I truly have a scent. Bitch, you choose me. What makes you think
That you gon’ truly have a cent. Talk rudely, ain’t
A chap or a gent. Unruly, acting more
Booty-patting than Mike Tyson at a beauty pageant
I need a doctor, I’m sick. You could chop off my dick
I’ll still be able to pimp and cop a chick
Pimp and drop a chick—it’s a cop-and-blow game
Though not the aim, you need the stop-and-go lane
I want the fortune and profit—fuck the fame—so I
Contorts whores and curse you fucking lames

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2)
‘Cause
The pussy ain’t free. You better have my
Money—that’s all I know. You wanna
Fuck with me? You better have my
Money, ho, and my dough

[Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
The flow ridiculous, leave no witness, take no prisoners
Showbusiness is like pimping-ho business
Instead of sex, it’s music. The label is the macks
While you think they call the music “you’re doing tracks”? Who you
Getting money for? Cut you advances like you’re hungry whores
It’s cross-country pimping when they put you on tour
All them records you sell got ‘em rich. You they
Top moneymaker, so you their bottom bitch. That record
Contract? You signed your life—just the cost
Of rules and regulations. Your labelmate’s your wife and laws, but
When you stop getting them dough, I hope you know
They gon’ drop your ass and find a new ho

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2)
‘Cause
The pussy ain’t free. You better have my
Money—that’s all I know. You wanna
Fuck with me? You better have my
Money, ho, and my dough

[Outro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yo, hah, we’re just having some fun here. Word up, man. Can’t be serious all the time, you nah’mean? You gotta be able to laugh at yourself, man, haha. You nah’mean? Poverty pimping, baby. Know’m saying? No perms, no, no, no Fleetwoods, brohans, Cadillacs—none of that shit, man. Just a fitted cap, you know? Play no ride. Haha