作曲 : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw (Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha******'...(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 *******, 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 *******t 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 *******t, 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 *******t. 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 ******* know the difference Between real pimpin' and movies It's the difference between real leather And that *******t 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******' 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 *******t, 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 *******t 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
作曲 : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw (Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha******'...(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 *******, 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 *******t 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 *******t, 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 *******t. 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 ******* know the difference Between real pimpin' and movies It's the difference between real leather And that *******t 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******' 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 *******t, 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 *******t 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.
