(feat. ludacris)
[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
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
[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´
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
[ludacris]
uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, luda´s had bitches
pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
menages 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
[chorus]