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' ain't no illusion,

And pimpin' ain't 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 ain't no illusion,

I know...you all have witnessed

He rollin' in my

Caady mo'

Wit' fly *****es,

Makin' ole deals:

Now, ho (huh, huh)

Ain't Bob

Barker But

I'm caught up in this game

Mo' like...

Peter Parker.

P-I-M-P, take the

P's that I am.

I want you payin' hoes in my army

Like...uh...

Uncle Sam,

And we gon' jam...

I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show

I know my **** is extreme

But I'm all about them does.

When I'm 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, y'all, but this about

Southern ****.

Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, *****?

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...*****, 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

It's the difference between real leather

And that **** 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, *****

I'm 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' ain't 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 ain't 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' money's up in smoke

Like you freebased it.

Now ***** replaced it

Wit' a ***ual favor

But don't 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...

I'm on a mission for

Benzes Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless.

And then my friends is

Slappin' *****s with glass chins

It's 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...that's why... [Chorus: x2] [Too $hort:]

You know,

I got to tell you players what

I'm talkin' about:

My ***** got bold opened a bank account.

When I found the ***** 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 was

Before I made you a ho?

You was a broke *****,

You couldn't even smoke ****,

Couldn't stay fo-cused,

And, don't forget it, *****...

Yo' whole life changed the day you met me.

Now you think you need a bank account,

Baby, I can't see

You managin' this money...it's too much.

All you do is look good...

And then you ****.

Git my money, git yo' money

It's all the same.

The **** ain't even funny when you talk about this game.

They call me

Too $hort, baby

I'm still in it.

Ain't no camouflage, nuttin' but this real pimpin'...beeyatch. [Chorus: x3] ...pimpin' ain't no illusion