Real Pimp Lyrics - Music & Me - 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 

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 

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

Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures 

M?nages 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 

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