Real Pimp lyrics

[Hook: 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
n*gga you can't f*ck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no sh*t 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'
n*ggas playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
n*ggas movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
b*tches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my n*ggas 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 b*tches
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

[Hook: 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
n*gga you can't f*ck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no sh*t and always got my thang