Real Pimp 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
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

[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'
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

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
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
[Verse 2: 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 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
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