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UGK lyrics : "Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion"

(feat. Kool Ace, Too $Hort)

[Pimp C:]

(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha$#&@in'...(whuut)
Back, (*##$ (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 (*##$es,

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 %#@! 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 %#@!, 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 %#@!.

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' $$#.
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 (*##$es know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather

And that %#@! 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$#&@in' 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 sexual 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 %#@!,
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 %#@! 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

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