[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
~#**************#~
Im 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 cant 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
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No, I aint got love for hoes who play them games
~#**************#~
You can check my gangsta files
~#**************#~
I been putting in work since 1985
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Got an angel by my side
~#**************#~
All my demons always beggin me to ride
~#**************#~
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
~#**************#~
Uh, now ever since Ruffles had ridges, Ludas 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 dont 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 dont make it home
~#**************#~
You better super glue grip the chrome
~#**************#~
‘Cause you was talkin that yap, and got put to bed
~#**************#~
Now its a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin head
~#**************#~
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
~#**************#~
Im 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 cant 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
