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Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion

[Pimp C]

(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' motherfuckin' (what)

Back, bitch (uh Kool Ace (what), UGK (huh)

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Pimpin' ain't no illusion,

And pimpin' ain't never died.

Mo' pimps was on that heroin

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 bitches,

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 shit 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 shit, 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 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 simp

But she gon' do it for daddy.

Fuck niggas watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;

But, boy, my bitches know the difference

Between real pimpin' and movies

It's the difference between real leather

And 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, bitch

I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;

But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus

Sittin' on all gold Daytons.

Bitch, 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'

Nigga, move her 'fore you lose her,

'Cause a beggar ain't a motherfuckin' chooser.

Third leg is a bitch 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 bitch replaced it

Wit' a sexual favor

But don't get mad at real pimpin', nigga

Check yo' behavior and savor

The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;

Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer.

Fuck a Sonoma

I'm on a mission for Benzes

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

And then my friends is

Slappin' niggas 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 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 was

Before 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 see

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

All you do is look good

And then you fuck.

Git my money, git yo' money

It's all the same.

The shit 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, nothin' but this real pimpin' bitch.

[Chorus: x3]

Pimpin' ain't no illusion

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written by WHITE, BARRY / FREEMAN, BERNARD / BUTLER, CHAD / BANNER, DAVID

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