The ladies used to call me pimp/ Not because I walked with a limp or because I was too cool to be called hip/ No, it was because I spoke in a tone that wouldn't leave women alone/ My cologne lingered in the air/ Player, Player!/ As I would strut without a care/ My clothes were mediums of expression/ Which balance the force of obsession/ Which was conquered by an intellectual charisma that caused women to be set like a jet ready to take orbit into a planetary dimension called..Pimpness/ The ladies used to call me pimp/ Until I began to slip/ That is when I fell in love.
