Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion
[Pimp C:] (Uh, Uh)
One time for yo mutha****in...(whuut)
Back, ***** (uh)...
Kool Ace (whuut),
UGK...(huh) [Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimpin aint no illusion,
And pimpin aint never died.
Mo pimps was on that ***** *
And yo pimp tripped out on that fry.
The dikes done came through
And straight threw off all the game;
Got all these hoes thinkin
They could manage they own change. [Kool Ace:]
But it aint no illusion,
I know...you all have witnessed
He rollin in my
Caady mo
Wit fly *****es,
Makin ole deals:
Now, ho (huh, huh)
Aint Bob
Barker But
Im caught up in this game
Mo like...
Peter Parker .
P-I-M-P, take the
Ps that I am.
I want you payin hoes in my army
Like...uh...
Uncle Sam,
And we gon jam...
Im talkin bout the world greatest show
I know my **** is extreme
But Im all about them does.
When Im steppin on the scene
Be there four deep...hella clan
My reality is your favorite dream (Stop that ****, daddy...)
Best believe
Kool Ace gon keep it real.
Pimp C & Bun
B to testify for the ear
Excuse me, yall, but this about
Southern ****.
Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, * ****?
We givin em brain contusions...
Pimp C, whats the conclusion? [Pimp C:]
Pimpin aint no illusion... [Chorus: x2] [Pimp C: ]
Pimpin' aint dead...*****, it just began (How the **** you know Sweet Jones?)
My hoes still out there sellin ass.
Yo ***** is out of pocket,
Cause yo pimpin was scary;
Real hoes gon front on a simp
But she gon do it for daddy.
**** *****s watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;
But, boy, my *****es know the difference
Between real pimpin and movies
Its the difference between real leather
And that **** at yo house.
I dont know what yall 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.
Im still
Pimp C, *****
Im claimin
P.A., they hate us;
But, me and
Kool Ace rollin a
Lexus Sittin on all gold
Daytons. *****, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin.
This is the conclusion: pimpin aint no illusion. [Chorus: x2]
Bun B: If you got any love fo that broad you wit
*****, move her fore you lose her,
Cause a beggar aint a mutha****in chooser.
Third leg is a ***** abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimpin is my hoes clean.
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis
Come catch a wif a this...
Damn , can't you taste it?
Now yo moneys up in smoke
Like you freebased it.
Now ***** replaced it
Wit a ***ual favor
But dont get mad at real pimpin, *****
Check yo behavior...and savor
The aroma from
Promona to
Tacoma; Got my pimpin diploma for bein a
Cadillac chromer.
**** a Sonoma...
Im on a mission for
Benzes Knowin xactly where my ends is, ballin relentless.
And then my friends is
Slappin ** ***s with glass chins
Its funny...sendin tricks home
Broke and defenseless; and, ever since this
Boy been pimpin the pen,
I promise never to ever leave home
Without my pimpin again...thats why... [Chorus: x2] [Too $hort:]
You know,
I got to tell you players what
Im talkin about:
My ***** got bold opened a bank account.
When I found the ***** checkbook,
I didnt 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 was
Before I made you a ho?
You was a broke ** ***,
You couldnt even smoke ****,
Couldnt stay fo-cused,
And, dont forget it, *****...
Yo whole life changed the day you met me.
Now you think you need a bank account,
Baby, I cant see
You managin this money...its too much.
All you do is look good.. .
And then you ****.
Git my money, git yo money
It's all the same.
The **** aint even funny when you talk about this game.
They call me
Too $hort, baby
Im still in it.
Aint no camouflage, nuttin but this real pimpin...beeyatch. [Chorus: x3] ...pimpin aint no illusion