Real Pimp Feat Ludacris Lyrics

Real Pimp Feat Ludacris lyrics

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 

  

 [Nate Dogg] 

 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' 

 Niggaz playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin' 

 Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

  

 [Ludacris] 

 Uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches 

 Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures 

 Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shimp, lobster 

 A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say? 

 If something don't smell right, what can I spray? 

 Tec-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 ya tummy, 2 to ya 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 

  

 [Chorus