(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].