(the world,
the world, the world)
All over the world, baby
It's only right that I share
my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never
imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see a girl I like,
I walk straight up to them and I'm like
Uh, hey girl, how you doin'?
You are the woman that
I'm really pursuin'
And I would like to get to know ya, can
you gimme ya name?
If you jot down ya number,
you'll get mine in exchange, hey
See I'm the man of this town
And I hope you wouldn't mind
if I showed you around
So when you go to certain places
you'll be thinkin of me
We got people to meet and many places to see,
hey
Mmm, I'm really diggin' ya lips
But be careful where you walkin'
when you swingin' them hips
I'm kinda concerned that you'll
be causin' a crash
With your traffic jam booty,
heads pausin' so fast, hey
I wouldn't trade you for the world,
I swear it
I like ya hair and every style
that you wear it
And how the colors coordin
ate with your clothes
From your manicured nails to your pedicured toes
(woo) (Oh yeah) the fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin' all
over the world
The fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin'
all over the world
Yeah, you hear the song so dance
Don't always think
I'm tryna get in your pants
Um, 'cause see me,
my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see on TV
Tryna show ya how
you livin' is trife
How many guys you know can bring
the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the Autobahn swervin',
drivin'
Next day, we in the sun
on the Virgin Is lands
If you with me ain't
no time to sleep
Especially at Wet Willies on Miami Beach
But I'll drop you off
and pay you no attention
If I make it to Atlanta's Bronner
Brothers convention
Then jump in the car and just
ride for hours
Makin' sure I don't miss
the homecoming at Howard
Hawaii to D.C., it's plenty women to see
So if yo' ass don't show up,
it's more women for me, hey
(Oh yeah) the fancy cars
I'm in New York at the Puerto
Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans
drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by the dozens
at the Jazz Fest
In Mardi Gras, all the women tryna
show me they chest, ayy
I'm in Jamaica spendin'
massive bucks
While the ladies all beggin'
me to mash it up
I had sad beginnings when
I rapped with no fans
Now it's all happy endings
on my lap in Japan, hey
I used to think that it was way too cold
'Til I went to Canada and saw
some beautiful hoes
Now I hit the Caribana every
year in Toronto
Then fly to Illinois to get
a taste of Chicago
Uh, oh yet and still
You wouldn't believe your eyes
if you went to Brazil
(But where the best at?) Ain't
no need of even askin' brah
The best women all reside in Africa,
and that's real (woo) (Oh yeah) the fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin' all
over the world
The fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin'
all over the world
Sing it, hoes
pimpin'
Ladies and gentlemen as we ride out
Can we have all the real pimps
Please put both of your pinky
fingers high in the air?
Now ladies, look around with me
Let's see if we can weed
some of these niggas out
'Cause it ain't no way that all
these niggas could be pimpin'
Now if you happen to see a nigga
With two sweat patches
up under his arms
Look like he been swimmin'
in shoulder height water
Please tell that nigga,
"Put your hands down"
If you smell like you been at work all
day and Drakkar
Please put your hands down
Now look up at the pinky
fingers that are still in the air
If you see 'em ashy
around the knuckles
Like the nigga wash half of
his hands
And lotion three quarters of his body
Please say, "Put your hands down"
If your spinnin' rims spin counter clockwise,
you are not pimpin'
If you are dancin' on
the dancefloor
And you look to your left
and your right
And there is not a woman in sight
Guess what? You guessed it,
you are not pimpin'
If your vodka and cranberry is
really really dark like blood
That's because you didn't
order Vodka, buddy
That's why it's three dollars a glass,
a-put your your hands down
Now look down, look down
Now I need, I need everybody to
pull up your pants leg one time
Okay, you see the nigga with the
white socks? Not pimpin'
Sorry, unless you part
of the Beat It entourage
If your shoes have a buckle on 'em,
you're not pimpin'
Ludacris 
