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Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion

 

Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion

(الألبوم: Dirty Money - 2001)


[Pimp C:]
(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' muthafucking...(whuut)
Back, bitch (uh)...Kool Ace (whuut), UGK...(huh)

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimping ain't no illusion,
And pimping 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 thinking
They could manage they own change.

[Kool Ace:]
But it ain't no illusion,
I know...you all have witnessed
He rolling in my Caady mo'
Wit' fly bitches,
Making 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 paying hoes in my army
Like...uh...Uncle Sam,
And we gon' jam...
I'm talking 'bout the world greatest show
I know my shit is extreme
But I'm all about them does.
When I'm stepping 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 giving 'em brain contusions...
Pimp C, what's the conclusion?

[Pimp C:]
Pimping ain't no illusion...

[Chorus: x2]

[Pimp C:]
Pimping ain't dead...nigga, it just began
(How the fuck you know Sweet Jones?)
My hoes still out there selling ass.
Yo' bitch is out of pocket,
'Cause yo' pimping 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 pimping and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that shit at yo' house.
I don't know what y'all doing up there,
But we really pimping in the South.
Every since I was 17,
I been stacking my green:
Went for serving rocks to fiends,
And rocking club full a teens.
Went from bumping Screw in Houston,
Sipping promythazine,
To riding in a 8 600 with sheath,
To smoking on sticky green.
I'm still Pimp C, bitch
I'm claiming P.A., they hate us;
But, me and Kool Ace rolling a Lexus
Sitting on all gold Daytons.
Bitch, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosing.
This is the conclusion: pimping 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 muthafucking chooser.
Third leg is a bitch abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimping 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 pimping, nigga
Check yo' behavior...and savor
The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;
Got my pimping diploma for being a Cadillac chromer.
Fuck a Sonoma...
I'm on a mission for Benzes
Knowing 'xactly where my ends is, balling relentless.
And then my friends is
Slapping niggas with glass chins
It's funny...sending tricks home
Broke and defenseless; and, ever since this
Boy been pimping the pen,
I promise never to ever leave home
Without my pimping again...that's why...

[Chorus: x2]

[Too $hort:]
You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talking 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 getting 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 managing 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, nutting but this real pimping...beeyatch.

[Chorus: x3]
...pimping ain't no illusion

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