Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion Lyrics
| Song | Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw | |
| (Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha******'...(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 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 *******, | |
| 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 *******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 *******t, 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 *******t. | |
| 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' ass. | |
| 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 ******* know the difference | |
| Between real pimpin' and movies | |
| It's the difference between real leather | |
| And that *******t 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******' 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 *******t, | |
| 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 *******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. | |
| [Chorus: x3] | |
| ...pimpin' ain't no illusion |
| zuo qu : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw | |
| Uh, Uh One time for yo' mutha'... 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 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 , | |
| Makin' ole deals: Now, ho huh, huh | |
| Ain' t Bob Barker | |
| But I' m caught up in this game | |
| Mo' like... Peter Parker. | |
| PIMP, 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 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 t, 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 t. | |
| 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' ass. | |
| 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 know the difference | |
| Between real pimpin' and movies | |
| It' s the difference between real leather | |
| And that t 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' 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 t, | |
| Couldn' t stay focused, | |
| 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 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. | |
| Chorus: x3 | |
| ... pimpin' ain' t no illusion |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw | |
| Uh, Uh One time for yo' mutha'... 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 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 , | |
| Makin' ole deals: Now, ho huh, huh | |
| Ain' t Bob Barker | |
| But I' m caught up in this game | |
| Mo' like... Peter Parker. | |
| PIMP, 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 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 t, 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 t. | |
| 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' ass. | |
| 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 know the difference | |
| Between real pimpin' and movies | |
| It' s the difference between real leather | |
| And that t 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' 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 t, | |
| Couldn' t stay focused, | |
| 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 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. | |
| Chorus: x3 | |
| ... pimpin' ain' t no illusion |
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