My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy  So much gold that jewelry don't phase me  Coroless phone,eight or nine homes  Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones  Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'  Known around the world for my high post groomin'  Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher  Got a girl who lives in Paris  When I want her I beep her  Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls  1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose  I kick it like 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  Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task  Gold knobs on my benzo dash  Five freaks just to comb my hair  Monograms on my underwear  Bodyguards around so please don't dare  You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare  Livin' my life is just so hard to do  Makin' deals a million one or two  Buyin' new cars for my entire crew  Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue  Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long  Could never go broke because my banks too strong  No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong  And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song    But somebody's gotta do it    When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard  Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard  Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly  Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly  Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said  Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed  So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter  To my jet and catch a midnight flight  So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom  Gotta leave 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