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 f**k 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
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