Pimpin' Aint No Illusion-UGK

歌手 : UGK

专辑 : Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed

语种 : 英语

时长 : 07:33

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Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion - UGK

(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' muthaf**kin'...(whuut)

Back, b**ch (uh)...Kool Ace (whuut), UGK...(huh)

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.

But it ain't no illusion,

I know...you all have witnessed

He rollin' in my Caady mo'

Wit' fly b**ches,

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 sh*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 sh*t, daddy...)

Best believe cool Ace gon' keep it real.

Pimp see & Bun be to testify for the ear

Excuse me, why'all, but this about Southern sh*t.

Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, b**ch?

We givin' 'em brain contusions...

Pimp see, what's the conclusion?

Pimpin' ain't no illusion...

Pimpin' ain't dead...ni**a, it just began

(How the f**k you know Sweet Jones?)

My hoes still out there sellin' a**.

Yo' b**ch is out of pocket,

'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;

Real hoes gon' front on a simp

But she gon' do it for daddy.

F**k niggas watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;

But, boy, my b**ches know the difference

Between real pimpin' and movies

It's the difference between real leather

And that sh*t at yo' house.

I don't know what why'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 see, b**ch

I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;

But, me and cool Ace rollin' a Lexus

Sittin' on all gold Daytons.

B**ch, take a look around

Those hoes steady choosin'.

This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion.

If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'

Ni**a, move her 'fore you lose her,

'Cause a beggar ain't a muthaf**kin' chooser.

Third leg is a b**ch 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 b**ch replaced it

Wit' a sexual favor

But don't get mad at real pimpin', ni**a

Check yo' behavior...and savor

The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;

Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer.

F**k 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...

You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talkin' about:

My b**ch got bold opened a bank account.

When I found the b**ch 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 b**ch,

You couldn't even smoke sh*t,

Couldn't stay fo-cused,

And, don't forget it, b**ch...

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 f**k.

Git my money, git yo' money

It's all the same.

The sh*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.

...pimpin' ain't no illusion