Do Or Die - Po Pimp Lyrics
Chorus: johnny pDo you wanna riiide?In the backseat, of a caddyChop it up, with do or dieDo you wanna riiide?In the backseat, of a caddyChop it up, with do or dieVerse one: beloSeven double oh p.m.Fly low to them hoes in the b-mSippin seagram, chewin on a wheat stemTouchin on my fo finMove it to the back so I can see who beepin this po pimpSpring to the phone with a slow limpIn a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10Three line connectionAs the rest of them wanted affectionJust bring the weed, we got the drinks you needAnd plus we strapped with two protectionsI put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minuteCause I forgot where I met the hoeAnd the feeling Ive forgotten if the hoes wanna snapI straight up check the hoe, really doeTo the cribChorusVerse two: ak-47, beloSeven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoesThree miles per hourLike we runnin up on some ri-valsNever to deny though, these *****es look fly loIntroduce myselfA to the mother*****in k finna recognizeThen I loose myself juice myselfAs you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and ummSelf-centered niggazll take two pulls cuz they thinkin about samplin ummP-i, m-p, ology, but logicallyWe learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...Mmm, aint this some shit, pull up in the c-aD-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoesThey peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automaticallyCause hes a pimp, he gotta be, full of thatM-o, n-e, but why?Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothesFresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoeWatch where your lips go, caress my tip slowTo the tempo, instrumentalReal simple when you *****in with a pimp doeGet involved in the backseatLets have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young assSmokin on that finest grassNever miss what you never had, at lastP-i, m-p, ology, but logicallyWe learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...ChorusVerse three: tung twistaWell a mother*****er might be broke and shitAnd then collecting no dough from tipsBut I be spittin mo game than a mouthful of poker chipsTo get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hipsAnd never gotta tell her many liesI been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kittys thighsCause Im blessed with a look of innocence, good sexPeanut butter complex and some pretty eyesPity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta beRight, thatd be the flatter me rightBut if the head the bonk cmon suck a nigga dickMembers of my click, wanna see what thatd be likeI know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hatDont be bogus and deny thatI done got a hold of dem my fellas on the trainWhile she lie back, now mother*****er can you buy that?Where your ride at?On the passenger side of your hoeTryin ta come up on another gThe broad all up under me tryin ta smother meLookin love-ly while I roll another bead, suddenlyShe learned that I dont deal with emotionsBut when we in the room she rubbin me with lotionComin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinkingMe and do or die dig drinkin love potionThe word that was never saidTwisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the headAnd if I ever leave whoever deadThey aint trickin the feds or spittin game but its chicken and breadKickin them legs in the air like a playa doThen belittle in a day or twoAfter words ima slay a crewNow thats some pimp type shit that b-low and akll doWearing gray and blueIf a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them endsAnd get the dividendsBut you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friendsCause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logicallyBe learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...Chorus
