Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion

[Intro: Pimp C] One time for yo' muthafuckin back bitch Kool Ace, UGK [Hook: 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 [Verse 1: Kool Ace] But it ain't no illusion I know you all have witnessed He rollin' in my Caddy mo' Wit' fly bitches 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 shit 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 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? (Pimpin' ain't no illusion) [Hook x2] [Verse 2: 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 The Mack and try to 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 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 muthafuckin' chooser Third leg is a bitch 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 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) [Verse 4: 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, nuttin' but this real pimpin', bitch [Hook x3]