UGK - Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion - Kool Ace lyrics

[Pimp C] (Uh, Uh) One time for yo' motherf**in' (what) Back, b**h (uh Kool Ace (what), UGK (huh) [Chorus: 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. [Kool Ace] But it ain't no illusion, I know you all have witnessed He rollin' in my Caady mo' Wit' fly b**hes, 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** 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**, 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? [Pimp C] Pimpin' ain't no illusion [Chorus: x2] [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 them mack and 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. [Chorus: x2] 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 motherf**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 wif a 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] [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, nothin' but this real pimpin' b**h. [Chorus: x3] Pimpin' ain't no illusion