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( Pimp My Ride song lyrics )
PIMP MY WALKER
Copyright © 2007 - mickterry.com

1: Dere I was chillin', wid my homeboys down in da park,
playin' dem checkazz 'til it nearly jes about dark,
when a fly-girl sashay by an'
she didn't even give me da eye.
I commiserates wid all o' my bros:
no respect from all dem skinny-ass ho's.
An' den, dis be what dey sez to me:

CHORUS:
Pimp my walker, pimp my ride.
Gotta cruise in comfort, sanctified.
Pimp my walker, pimp my wheels.
Gotta have that fresh, sassy flash appeal.

2: What is you talkin'? Dey ain't never lettin' me drive,
takin' my license, it ain't only cuz o' my eyes.
I'm a danger at any speed.
Dey don't wanna pick up af-ter me.
Hit a market at a hunnert an' ten,
hit reverse an' run 'em over again.
An' den, dis be what dey sez to me:
CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
Now, all my bridge work jes about fell
an' it hit me like a ringin' a bell,
dey really talkin' 'bout my walker, my glorified cane.
Dat ting wid 4 legs an' 2 tennis balls
dat barely get me down da nursin' home halls.
An' dey sayin' once I gets it pimped out
my life ain't neva gonna be da same.

3: Down at da chop shop, had my hoopty o-verhauled.
Not jes a pit stop, had it pimped out to- da walls.
Twenty-two inch low- pro-file rims.
Bitchin' visors wid mahogany trim.
Tennis balls both chromium plate.
On da front I gots dem big-ass disk brakes.
Gold spittoon for when I gots- to spit.
All tricked out an' still you ain't seen shit.
CHORUS:

CODA:
Gots dem blue lites all around da frame.
Gots a license plate dat spell my name.
Silk umbrella keep me cool in da shade.
Let da ladies see I gots it all made.
Spread da word out thru- da hood:
dope-ass date magnet doin' me good.
Gets me props, no more dissin' me.
Don't like my walker? You- can leave.

Copyright © 2007  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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Pimp My Ride: Popular MTV show, hosted by rapper Xzibit,
extravagantly refurbishes and outfits dilapidated cars,
enhancing the owners' interests and tastes beyond taste.
Pimp My Walker: a book of old age Haiku humor by Mike Slosberg.

To other foreign language song lyrics:   SMARTERER
To other aging song lyrics:   TURNING OLD
To other road song lyrics:   FINS, FINS
U-HAUL ASS
HASTY BONES
THE OTHER WAY
DRIVE THIS SLOW
SHE'S TURNING LEFT
THREE MILES LATER
BIKER IN MY MIRROR
WHEELS ON THE ROAD
SILLY SALLY CELLHOLE
BORED WITH HIS FERRARI
PEOPLE THINK I'M HORNY
MR. WHEELER IN YOUR SUV
OPEN SEASON ON THE FREEWAY
GASOLINE PRICES WERE PLUNGING
FIRST TIME OUT (IN HIS BRAND NEW PORSCHE)
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A COMPACT?
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