PROLOGUE
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[repeat]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to
Stood Up
(C. Murphy/Sloan)
I've got to meet my friends
You go ahead I said I'd wait here
I thought I was supposed to meet them
Guess I was mistaken
This is a waste of time
They made it clear that they're not coming
I'm glad I didn't hold my breath?
I'm already so blue
I couldn't take a hint
And it smacked me in the face
Stood up
In my time
It helps to put me
In my place
Given they won't show
Then what should be my recourse
Should I draw a line
Do you suppose they'd come and meet me
Even if they did
It's not for certain I would know them
Keep in mind I've yet to meet them
All I know it's you
I couldn't take a hint
And it smacked me in the face
La la la la...
Stood up
Stood up
Stood up
Stood up - woo!
Stood up
Recognize
I have yet to
Find my place
I have yet to
Find my place
I have yet to
Find my place, yup