Might Be A Pimp

(Whoo!)
I might be a pimp,
And you might be a hoe.
But baby, I will love you
'Til I grow old.
And I might be a player,
And you might be a whore.
But baby, I won't let go
'Til I'm at death's door.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Ooh, whoa. ooh, whoa.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Doo, doo, doodoodoodoo.
Ooh, whoa. ooh, whoa.
I might be a pimp,
And you might be a hoe.
But baby, I will love you
'Til I grow old.
And I might be a player,
And you might be a whore.
But baby, I won't let go
'Til I'm at death's door.
Ooh girl, I see you standing there.
You're looking so fresh,
I can smell it in the air.
And baby, you make it rain,
Every time those lips,
Holla my name.
And darling, you make me pop my collar.
When I'm holdin' on your hand,
I feel like a million dollars.
And aye bay bay,
When I see those hips sway,
It takes my breath away.
I might be a pimp,
And you might be a hoe.
But baby, I will love you
'Til I grow old. (grow old...)
And I might be a player,
And you might be a whore.
But baby, I won't let go
'Til I'm at death's door.