[Pimp C]
(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' motherf**in' (what)
Back, b**h (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 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. [Kool Ace]
But it ain't no illusion,
I know you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo'
Wit' fly b**hes,
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 sh** 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 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? [Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion [Chorus: x2] [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 them mack and 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. [Chorus: x2] 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 motherf**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 wif a 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] [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, nothin' but this real pimpin' b**h. [Chorus: x3] Pimpin' ain't no illusion