| I’m a real P-I-M-P
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| And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
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| From a real G-A-N-G
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| And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
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| Nigga you can’t fuck with me
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| From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
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| Never been no mystery
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| Never took no shit and always got my thang
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| Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
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| When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
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| Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
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| Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
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| Niggas playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
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| Niggas movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
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| Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
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| Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
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| I got love for my niggas who be watchin' my back
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| No I ain’t got love for hoes who play them games
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| You can check my gangsta files
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| I been putting in work since 1985
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| Got an angel by my side
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| All my demons always beggin' me to ride
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| Uh, now ever since rappa’s had riches, Luda’s had bitches
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| Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
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| Menages wit sisters, veins poppin' out like shrimp, lobster
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| A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say?
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| If something don’t smell right, what can I spray?
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| Tech-9 incense, say for instance
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| See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
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| We so crummy, countin' mo' money
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| But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
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| Put 3 to your tummy, 2 to your throat
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| And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
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| Just in case, you don’t make it home
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| You better super glue grip the chrome
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| Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed
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| Now it’s a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head
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| I’m a real P-I-M-P
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| And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
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| From a real G-A-N-G
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| And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
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| Nigga you can’t fuck with me
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| From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
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| Never been no mystery
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| Never took no shit and always got my thang |