[Intro: Pimp C]
One time for yo' muthaf**in back b**h
Kool Ace, UGK
[Hook: Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
And pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that h**n
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
[Verse 1: Kool Ace]
But it ain't no illusion
I know you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caddy mo'
Wit' fly b**hes
Makin' ole deals: Now, ho
Ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game
More like Peter Parker
P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like Uncle Sam
And we gon' jam
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show
I know my sh** is extreme
But I'm all about them does
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep, hella clean
My reality is your favorite dream
(Stop that sh**, 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 sh**
Now, tell me can you uh, feel this, b**h?
We givin' 'em brain contusions
Pimp C, what's the conclusion?
(Pimpin' ain't no illusion)
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't dead...n***a, it just began
(How the f** you know Sweet Jones?)
My hoes still out there sellin' a**
Yo' b**h is out of pocket
Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;
Real hoes gon' front on a simp
But she gon' do it for daddy
f** n***as watch The Mack and try to pimp on my floozie;
But, boy, my b**hes know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that sh** 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, b**h
I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;
But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus
Sittin' on all gold Daytons
b**h, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin'
This is the conclusion:
Pimpin' ain't no illusion
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Bun B]
If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'
n***a, move her 'fore you lose her
Cause a beggar ain't a muthaf**in' chooser
Third leg is a b**h abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis
Come catch a whiff of this
Damn, can't you taste it?
Now yo' money's up in smoke
Like you freebased it
Now b**h replaced it
Wit' a s**ual favor
But don't get mad at real pimpin', n***a
Check yo' behavior and savor
The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;
Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer
f** a Sonoma
I'm on a mission for Benzes
Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless
And then my friends is
Slappin' n***as with gla** 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)
[Verse 4: Too $hort]
You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talkin' about
My b**h got bold opened a bank account
When I found the b**h 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 b**h
You couldn't even smoke sh**
Couldn't stay fo-cused
And, don't forget it, b**h
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 f**
Git my money, git yo' money
It's all the same
The sh** 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', b**h
[Hook x3]