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Letra 'Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion'

(feat. Kool Ace, Too $Hort)

[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 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.

[Kool Ace:]
But it ain t no illusion,
I know...you all have witnessed
He rollin in my Caady mo
Wit fly bitches,
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 shit 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 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?

[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 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 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.

[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, 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 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]

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 ...beeyatch.

[Chorus: x3]
...pimpin ain t no illusion