Bun B - Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] One time for yo' muthaf**in back b**h Kool Ace, UGK [Hook: Pimp C] Pimpin' ain't no illusion And pimpin' ain't never died Mo' pimps was on that h**n 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 b**hes 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 sh** 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 sh**, 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 sh** Now, tell me can you uh, feel this, b**h? 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...n***a, it just began (How the f** you know Sweet Jones?) My hoes still out there sellin' a** Yo' b**h is out of pocket Cause yo' pimpin' was scary; Real hoes gon' front on a simp But she gon' do it for daddy f** n***as watch The Mack and try to pimp on my floozie; But, boy, my b**hes know the difference Between real pimpin' and movies It's the difference between real leather And that sh** 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, b**h I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us; But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus Sittin' on all gold Daytons b**h, 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' n***a, move her 'fore you lose her Cause a beggar ain't a muthaf**in' chooser Third leg is a b**h 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 b**h replaced it Wit' a s**ual favor But don't get mad at real pimpin', n***a Check yo' behavior and savor The aroma from Promona to Tacoma; Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer f** a Sonoma I'm on a mission for Benzes Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless And then my friends is Slappin' n***as with gla** 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 b**h got bold opened a bank account When I found the b**h 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**h You couldn't even smoke sh** Couldn't stay fo-cused And, don't forget it, b**h 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** Git my money, git yo' money It's all the same The sh** 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', b**h [Hook x3]