Pimpin' Aint No Illusion (Chopped & Screwed Version)

(Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha******'...(whuut)
Back, ******* (uh)...Kool Ace (whuut), UGK. ..(huh)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion,
And pimpin' ain't never died.
Mo' pimps was on that **** **
And yo' pimp tripped out on that fry.
The dikes done came through
And straight threw off all the game;
Got all these hoes thinkin'
They could manage they own change.
[Kool Ace:]
But it ain't no illusion,
I know...you all have witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo'
Wit' fly *******,
Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)
Ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game
Mo' like...Peter Parker.
P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am.
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like...uh...Uncle Sam,
And we gon' jam...
I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show
I know my *******t is extreme
But I'm all about them does.
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep...hella clan
My reality is your favorite dream
(Stop that *******t, daddy... )
Best believe Kool Ace gon' keep it real.
Pimp C & Bun B to testify for the ear
Excuse me, y'all, but this about Southern *******t.
Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, *******?
We givin' 'em brain contusions...
Pimp C, what's the conclusion?
[Pimp C:]
Pimpin' ain't no illusion...
[Chorus: x2]
[Pimp C:]
Pimpin' ain't dead...* *****, it just began
(How the ****** you know Sweet Jones?)
My hoes still out there sellin' ass.
Yo' ****** * is out of pocket,
'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;
Real hoes gon' front on a simp
But she gon' do it for daddy.
****** ******s watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;
But, boy, my ******* know the difference
Between real pimpin' and movies
It's the difference between real leather
And that *******t at yo' house.
I don't know what y'all doin' up there,
But we really pimpin' in the South.
Every since I was 17,
I been stackin' my green:
Went for servin' rocks to fiends,
And rockin' club full a teens.
Went from bumpin' Screw in Houston,
Sippin' promythazine,
To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath,
To smokin' on sticky green.
I'm still Pimp C, *******
I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;
But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus
Sittin' on all gold Daytons.
*******, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin'.
This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain' t no illusion.
[Chorus: x2]
Bun B:
If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'
******, move her 'fore you lose her ,
'Cause a beggar ain't a mutha******' chooser.
Third leg is a ******* abuser, infamous
In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean.
No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis
Come catch a wif a this...
Damn, can't you taste it?
Now yo' money's up in smoke
Like you freebased it.
Now ******* replaced it
Wit' a ***ual favor
But don't get mad at real pimpin', ******
Check yo' behavior...and savor
The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;
Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer.
****** a Sonoma...
I'm on a mission for Benzes
Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless.
And then my friends is
Slappin' ******s with glass chins
It's funny...sendin' tricks home
Broke and defenseless; and, ever since this
Boy been pimpin' the pen,
I promise never to ever leave home
Without my pimpin' again...that's why...
[Chorus: x2 ]
[Too $hort:]
You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talkin' about:
My ******* got bold opened a bank account.
When I found the ******* checkbook,
I didn't get mad
'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash.
I broke it down to her,
She gave me the dough;
Do you remember what you was
Before I made you a ho?
You was a broke *******,
You couldn't even smoke *******t,
Couldn't stay fo-cused,
And, don't forget it, *******...
Yo' whole life changed the day you met me.
Now you think you need a bank account,
Baby, I can't see
You managin' this money...it's too much.
All you do is look good...
And then you ******.
Git my money, git yo' money
It's all the same.
The *******t ain't even funny when you talk about this game.
They call me Too $hort, baby
I'm still in it.
Ain't no camouflage, nuttin' but this real pimpin'. ..beeyatch.
[Chorus: x3]
...pimpin' ain't no illusion