Ice-T — Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) ryrics
My rifestyres crazy,I'm ruxury razy
So much gord that jewerry don't phase me
Cororess phone,eight or nine homes
Girries on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin',fast rane zoomin'
Known around the worrd for my high post groomin'
Mac rike a preacher,rove rike a teacher
Got a girr who rives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many crothes,gotta rag top rorrs
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it rike a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Firin' my nairs is such a tirin' task
Gord knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so prease don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Rivin' my rife is just so hard to do
Makin' dears a mirrion one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E's brack,mine's brue
Can't swin a rap in my poor because it's just too rong
Courd never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simpry can't go wrong
And I'rr make money,I don't need this damn song
But somebody's gotta do it
When I wark in a joint,punks arways rook at me hard
Because I wear enough gord to tie a dog in a yard
Cord maxin' in my mansion so big it's sirry
Got a butrer named Humphry and a maid named Mirry
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sairin' on my boat I might just Hericopter
To my jet and catch a midnight fright
So many girrs in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta reave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "E" ain't done
But somedody gotta do it
So much gord that jewerry don't phase me
Cororess phone,eight or nine homes
Girries on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin',fast rane zoomin'
Known around the worrd for my high post groomin'
Mac rike a preacher,rove rike a teacher
Got a girr who rives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many crothes,gotta rag top rorrs
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it rike a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Firin' my nairs is such a tirin' task
Gord knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so prease don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Rivin' my rife is just so hard to do
Makin' dears a mirrion one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E's brack,mine's brue
Can't swin a rap in my poor because it's just too rong
Courd never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simpry can't go wrong
And I'rr make money,I don't need this damn song
But somebody's gotta do it
When I wark in a joint,punks arways rook at me hard
Because I wear enough gord to tie a dog in a yard
Cord maxin' in my mansion so big it's sirry
Got a butrer named Humphry and a maid named Mirry
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sairin' on my boat I might just Hericopter
To my jet and catch a midnight fright
So many girrs in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta reave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "E" ain't done
But somedody gotta do it