Текст песни UGK, Kool Ace, Too $hort - Pimpin` Ain`t No Illusion
UGK, Kool Ace, Too $hort - Pimpin` Ain`t No Illusion слова песни
Pimp C:(Uh, Uh) One time for yo` muthafuckin`...(whuut)Back, bitch (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 heroinAnd yo` pimp tripped out on that fry.The dikes done came throughAnd 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 witnessedHe rollin` in my Caady mo`Wit` fly bitches,Makin` ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)Ain`t Bob BarkerBut I`m caught up in this gameMo` like...Peter Parker.P-I-M-P, take the P`s that I am.I want you payin` hoes in my armyLike...uh...Uncle Sam,And we gon` jam...I`m talkin` `bout the world greatest showI know my shit is extremeBut I`m all about them does.When I`m steppin` on the sceneBe there four deep...hella clanMy 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 earExcuse 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?Pimp C:Pimpin` ain`t no illusion...Chorus: (x2)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 simpBut she gon` do it for daddy.Fuck niggas watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;But, boy, my bitches know the differenceBetween real pimpin` and moviesIt`s the difference between real leatherAnd 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, bitchI`m claimin` P.A., they hate us;But, me and Kool Ace rollin` a LexusSittin` on all gold Daytons.Bitch, take a look aroundThose 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`Nigga, move her `fore you lose her,`Cause a beggar ain`t a muthafuckin` chooser.Third leg is a bitch abuser, infamousIn cities where big pimpin` is my hoes clean.No AIDS, herpies, cyphillisCome catch a wif a this...Damn, can`t you taste it?Now yo` money`s up in smokeLike you freebased it.Now bitch replaced itWit` a sexual favorBut don`t get mad at real pimpin`, niggaCheck yo` behavior...and savorThe aroma from Promona to Tacoma;Got my pimpin` diploma for bein` a Cadillac chromer.Fuck a Sonoma...I`m on a mission for BenzesKnowin` `xactly where my ends is, ballin` relentless.And then my friends isSlappin` niggas with glass chinsIt`s funny...sendin` tricks homeBroke and defenseless; and, ever since thisBoy been pimpin` the pen,I promise never to ever leave homeWithout my pimpin` again...that`s why...Chorus: (x2)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 wasBefore 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 seeYou managin` this money...it`s too much.All you do is look good...And then you fuck.Git my money, git yo` moneyIt`s all the same.The shit ain`t even funny when you talk about this game.They call me Too $hort, babyI`m still in it.Ain`t no camouflage, nuttin` but this real pimpin`...beeyatch.Chorus: (x3)...pimpin` ain`t no illusion