Yeah it’s PM here bringing yall the low down on yet another set of wheels.  This time our contender hails from a nation where being a pimp is a respected government position.  That’s right, I’m talking about England and no that is not a city as some rap lore may suggest.  The queen of England has to be one of the most well known and loved pimps out there, doin that classy little wave, wearing mink robes and jewels and shit.  She gets driven round by the homies with smuggling hats and red coats, they’re probably bloods.  And she’s got a bunch of luxury pads all over the country.  Anyways, the car I’m talkin about is the Jaguar XJ.  Now, any generation of the XJ makes for a good pimps ride.  I’m gonna stick to the X350 gen because you bottom feeders can still get financing for the later ones, also some of the older generations have an engine bay that’s sloppier than a cut-rate whorehouse in a 3rd world country.  Now, this generation of Jag is well suited for retired or soon to be retired pimps.  You see they really don’t have all that much room for activity inside like some of my other entries.  Frankly their back seat game is weak, almost as weak as their air suspension systems.  Yes, Pimp will admit, they do cruise around real nice when all is well, but it’s a liability.  What happens if you’re pimpin on the rival’s turf and you gotta skirt but your air strut blows out?  Now you gotta bargain with some chico with his ballsack in a bunch over your lil hustle.  Assuming that wasn’t the case the Jag got you covered.  In America they all got V8’s, and pimp likes V8’s.  The baddie has a 4.2 liter supercharged V8 that whines like a gagged milf and out pops 400 horsepower.  That’s good enough to get you down the block (60 mph) in 5.3 seconds.  If you a little tight on coin the non-supercharged 4.2 makes 300 and will get you down the block in 6.6 seconds.  The XJ has a beautiful body, scrumptious rear end and a powerful poise.  It has enough leather to scare off those dumbass eco-friendly hoes (a big plus) that would just rack up your credit card buying crystals and shit.  It’s got this weird thing those englanders call the “J shifter”, which honestly reminds me of stirring up crack a little.  The XJ is a typical 5 seater, meanin you could haul 4 of your girls at a time. The trunk is a decent size, you could probably fit some of your fun-sized girls in there in a pinch if you got a large order to pull through.  At the end of a long, stressful day pimpin, the XJ is a great car to slide back to the crib in.  It has a quiet cabin, and the sound system does a good job drowning out the gunshots and sirens if you still living in the hood.  This car grows on you like that pet you never wanted.  What’s hard to put to paper is this car’s evil personality.  This is the automotive equivalent of the bad bitch that’ll commit crimes on your behalf, and stand by you no matter what.  She never learned the word “no”.  And for that, the XJ has earned a lotta respect in my book.  The Jag XJ lands a pimp score of 7/10, good overall but might fail you in a tight situation.