[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
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