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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Dogg
Nate Dogg
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Barbara Wilson
Barbara Wilson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
R. Harrell
R. Harrell
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hale
Nathaniel Hale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Bink!
Bink!
Producer
Tyson Leeper
Tyson Leeper
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
****, 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
[Verse 2]
Let me teach you the game, man, homie with it
When he rocking ya brain, man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, what she be missing
Going to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimping
**** playing the hate game, we keep it pimping
**** moving that weight man, we keep it pimping
Bitches shaking that thang, man, we keep it pimping
Got one coming with me, man, I got love
[Verse 3]
I got love for my **** who be watching 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 being me to ride
[Verse 4]
Uh, now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums than baby pictures
Menages with sisters, veins popping out like shrimp, lobster
A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smell right, what can I spray?
Tech-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance
Hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, counting more money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put three to ya tummy, two 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 talking that yap and got put to bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy giving head
[Verse 5]
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
****, 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
[Verse 6]
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Written by: Christopher Bridges, N. Hale, Nathaniel Dwayne Hale, R. Harrell
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