Real Pimp

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

I'm a real P-I-M-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

[Verse 1: Nate Dogg]

Let me teach you the game, man, homie, what is it?

When he rockin' ya brain, man, gimme a visit

Let me show you the ropes, loc, what 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

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]

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

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Uh, now ever since Ruffles had ridges, 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 6s, 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 three to your tummy, two 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 to bed

Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

I'm a real P-I-M-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