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