since pimpin'

red lights blare
and stop signs pause
i keep up traffic
and make all the laws

my wardrobe is tremendous
with temper-tantrum hues
i crave self-indulgence
& lust for attention
baby just look at my shoes

smooth like hot cognac
slick like cold silk
i have the aroma & persona
of street success
look at the network I’ve built

i’m peddling a poison of sin & secrecy
i sell dreams to the hopeless
even trade responsibility & focus
for a quick profit called intimacy

talk is cheap…so I don’t speak
i use actions to voice my commands
i run a tight ship of hips & glossy lips
with an encouraging, swift back hand

i’m the ugly side of sexy
frail bodies, fish net and stilettos
i’m a marketing genius that attracts some of the cleanest
white collars to the dirty, seductive ghettos

kisses are forbidden
in this brief intermission
loves takes longer to climax
so emotions are chilled
in this cold, distant thrill
just let go and don’t look back

judge me as shallow
label me cruel
but we’re all guilty of sinning
i’m the 1st to admit
that I’ve been good at this
since pimpin...been pimpin...been pimpin