Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion
[Pimp C:](Uh, Uh) One time for yo' muthafuckin'...(whuut)Back, bitch (uh)...Kool Ace (whuut), UGK...(huh)[Chorus: Pimp C]Pimpin' ain't no illusion,And pimpin' ain't never died.Mo' pimps was on that heroinAnd yo' pimp tripped out on that fry.The dikes done came throughAnd straight threw off all the game;Got all these hoes thinkin'They could manage they own change.[Kool Ace:]But it ain't no illusion,I know...you all have witnessedHe rollin' in my Caady mo'Wit' fly bitches,Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)Ain't Bob BarkerBut I'm caught up in this gameMo' like...Peter Parker.P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am.I want you payin' hoes in my armyLike...uh...Uncle Sam,And we gon' jam...I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest showI know my shit is extremeBut I'm all about them does.When I'm steppin' on the sceneBe there four deep...hella clanMy reality is your favorite dream(Stop that shit, daddy...)Best believe Kool Ace gon' keep it real.Pimp C & Bun B to testify for the earExcuse me, y'all, but this about Southern shit.Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, bitch?We givin' 'em brain contusions...Pimp C, what's the conclusion?[Pimp C:]Pimpin' ain't no illusion...[Chorus: x2][Pimp C:]Pimpin' ain't dead...nigga, it just began(How the fuck you know Sweet Jones?)My hoes still out there sellin' ass.Yo' bitch is out of pocket,'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;Real hoes gon' front on a simpBut she gon' do it for daddy.Fuck niggas watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;But, boy, my bitches know the differenceBetween real pimpin' and moviesIt's the difference between real leatherAnd that shit at yo' house.I don't know what y'all doin' up there,But we really pimpin' in the South.Every since I was 17,I been stackin' my green:Went for servin' rocks to fiends,And rockin' club full a teens.Went from bumpin' Screw in Houston,Sippin' promythazine,To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath,To smokin' on sticky green.I'm still Pimp C, bitchI'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a LexusSittin' on all gold Daytons.Bitch, take a look aroundThose hoes steady choosin'.This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion.[Chorus: x2]Bun B:If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'Nigga, move her 'fore you lose her,'Cause a beggar ain't a muthafuckin' chooser.Third leg is a bitch abuser, infamousIn cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean.No AIDS, herpies, cyphillisCome catch a wif a this...Damn, can't you taste it?Now yo' money's up in smokeLike you freebased it.Now bitch replaced itWit' a sexual favorBut don't get mad at real pimpin', niggaCheck yo' behavior...and savorThe aroma from Promona to Tacoma;Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer.Fuck a Sonoma...I'm on a mission for BenzesKnowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless.And then my friends isSlappin' niggas with glass chinsIt's funny...sendin' tricks homeBroke and defenseless; and, ever since thisBoy been pimpin' the pen,I promise never to ever leave homeWithout my pimpin' again...that's why...[Chorus: x2]Too $hort:You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talkin' about:My bitch got bold opened a bank account.When I found the bitch checkbook,I didn't get mad'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash.I broke it down to her,She gave me the dough;Do you remember what you wasBefore I made you a ho?You was a broke bitch,You couldn't even smoke shit,Couldn't stay fo-cused,And, don't forget it, bitch...Yo' whole life changed the day you met me.Now you think you need a bank account,Baby, I can't seeYou managin' this money...it's too much.All you do is look good...And then you fuck.Git my money, git yo' moneyIt's all the same.The shit ain't even funny when you talk about this game.They call me Too $hort, babyI'm still in it.Ain't no camouflage, nuttin' but this real pimpin'...beeyatch.[Chorus: x3]...pimpin' ain't no illusion
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