Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion - Kool Ace Lyrics - Jive Records Presents: Ugk Chopped & Screwed - Ugk

(feat. Kool Ace, Too $Hort) 

[Pimp C:] 

(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' muthafuckin'...(whuut) 

Back, bitch (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. 

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[Kool Ace:] 

But it ain't no illusion, 

I know... you all have witnessed 

He rollin' in my Caady mo' 

Wit' fly bitches, 

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 shit 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 shit, 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 shit. 

Now, tell me can you... uh... feel this, bitch? 

We givin' 'em brain contusions... 

Pimp C, what's the conclusion? 

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[Pimp C:] 

Pimpin' ain't no illusion... 

[Chorus: x2] 

[Pimp C:] 

Pimpin' ain't dead... nigga, it just began 

(How the fuck you know Sweet Jones?) 

My hoes still out there sellin' ass. 

Yo' bitch is out of pocket, 

'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary; 

Real hoes gon' front on a simp 

But she gon' do it for daddy. 

Fuck niggas watch them mack and pimp on my floozie; 

But, boy, my bitches know the difference 

Between real pimpin' and movies 

It's the difference between real leather 

And that shit 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, bitch 

I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us; 

But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus 

Sittin' on all gold Daytons. 

Bitch, 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' 

Nigga, move her 'fore you lose her, 

'Cause a beggar ain't a muthafuckin' chooser. 

Third leg is a bitch 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 bitch replaced it 

Wit' a sexual favor 

But don't get mad at real pimpin', nigga 

Check yo' behavior... and savor 

The aroma from Promona to Tacoma; 

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

Fuck 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... 

[Chorus: x2] 

Too $hort: 

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

My bitch got bold opened a bank account. 

When I found the bitch 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 bitch, 

You couldn't even smoke shit, 

Couldn't stay fo-cused, 

And, don't forget it, bitch... 

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 fuck. 

Git my money, git yo' money 

It's all the same. 

The shit 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