Nate Dogg, Ludacris - Real Pimp lyrics
[Nate Dogg, Ludacris - Real Pimp lyrics]
I'm a real P-IM-P and I love the way the
Ladies shake that thang from a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this
Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
Let me teach you the game man
Homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc
Would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo
We keep it pimpin'
Niggas playin' that hate game
We keep it pimpin'
Niggas movin' that weight man
We keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man
We keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my niggas
Who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for
Hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
Uh, now ever since rappa's had riches
Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sisters, veins poppin'
Out like shrimp, lobster
A Town mobster, garage full of 6's
What can I say?
If something don't smell right
What can I spray?
Tech-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance
Hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to your tummy, 2 to your throat
And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
Cause you was talkin' that yap and
Got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat
Like Ms piggy givin' head
I'm a real P-IM-P and I love the way the
Ladies shake that thang from a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this
Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
Ladies shake that thang from a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this
Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
Let me teach you the game man
Homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc
Would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo
We keep it pimpin'
Niggas playin' that hate game
We keep it pimpin'
Niggas movin' that weight man
We keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man
We keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my niggas
Who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for
Hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
Uh, now ever since rappa's had riches
Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sisters, veins poppin'
Out like shrimp, lobster
A Town mobster, garage full of 6's
What can I say?
If something don't smell right
What can I spray?
Tech-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance
Hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to your tummy, 2 to your throat
And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
Cause you was talkin' that yap and
Got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat
Like Ms piggy givin' head
I'm a real P-IM-P and I love the way the
Ladies shake that thang from a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this
Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang