Do Or Die

Do Or Die - Still Po Pimpin' lyrics

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(Johnny P)
 yeah  do you wanna ride with me
 Ooh  ooh
 Never can't you take my deal ooh...
 I bet you would have lit while I hit on the blunt
 Your pager goin' off (oh  that ain't nuttin')
 Meet me at the crib bout' 2 stop frontin'
 Blow to the bone and the click'em some
 Caddy gotta be out there  tricks on somethin'
 The corner of the party where the niggas straight bumpin'
 This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
 I'm lookin' at the dope females still comin'
 Lookin' to my left and the beats still comin'
 Lookin' to my right and the drinks still comin'
 Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl lookin' cunnin'
 Shot for the door
 Where the money start runnin'
 To a pause, he ya'll wassup a hey hummin' to the double I proceed to
 As I proceeded to the car pulled over to the car
 So I asked to proceeds to pass the pees
 low cash.
 Chorus (Johnny P) x4
 Do you wanna ride with me
 Do you wanna smoke my weed
 never used to take my G
 I'm a Po P-I-M-P
 Wanna be like P-I-M-P hoes plenty
 Comin' straight from the windy
 Choppin' up tens and twenty's huh
 Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
 Now my religion is to ball like a democrat
 In the club with hoes (??) the nigga with a hood rat
 Mmm,mmm,mmm,mm
 Gotta dump hat
 You call her what you want even all that
 I been taught by the best
 So put it to rest
 And I confess
 I may be just a ball black
 Gettin' paid in the game and you won't friend
 Flippin' pennies to a thug
 I'm like an O-G
 Go to the mall
 With all of ya'll
 Show you some cash, now
 Tell me what you wanna be
 Get around in the smoke in a cadillac
 AC, windows down will you top that
 From a Caddy to Lex the Rolex
 I'm a put in a roll
 Tell me could you top that
 Ever though I'm makin' money and a wring friend
 Nigga die morphine on the pro-scene
 If you do, we could have sex
 In the Caddy or Lex
 But keep on the low, key
 Chorus x4
 Will a motherfucker just say I might be broke
 But now I'm stackin' C-note, steal dope
 Different strokes, same folks
 Hangin' from a rope
 Me and Do or Die
 Just try to cope
 Sit back I'm a take a picture take a toke
 Take a stroll through the hood
 Some hatas but it's still all good
 Roll up another bad boy
 Playa pimpin' to the groove
 And the pistol be the single rockin' shoes
 Now it's time for me to make a move
 Shotry what's the lead
 (Twista)
 I'd a seen a sexy walk on the far side
 So don't be passin' me by
 I'm a nigga with peas
 And I an't stingy with trees
 We could be some freeks and both of our ass could be high
 Fiends drip, sell us with the octane
 With pimp status as a hot name
 We don't gotta pop thangs
 No more servin' the white cane
 Cause I came pimpin flow like hoes which is a glock game
 It's like, aww sicky sickyny
 Looky here sicky phrase while I trace on my old road
 To find words form the pimp scroll
 Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my lips cold
 See a playa go trippin'
 People (??) try to play because slow vision
 Picture how I'm mackin' cold women
 View the grin my hair spinnin'
 While we smokin' on henness
 Still Po Pimpin'
 Chorus #2 x2
 Doo you wanna ride
 slip slide in your thighs
 Oh, oh, oh-o
 Chorus #1 x2
 Wooooh
 Do you wanna ride with JP
 Do or Die
 Woooh...-until fade
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Copyrights:

Author: Carl Mitchell, Leroy Williams (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot Records, Virgin Records America, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Greatest Hits (2003)

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