Do Or Die

Do Or Die - Money Flow lyrics

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Now for some typical reason
 I'm rollin up some hoes  and pattin my back seat  hah
 My pimpin lyrical tactics  is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
 Now flex this
 Verse One: Tung Twista
 Now I just be
 On the front porch  with a torch  ready to scorch
 two women peepin me cause really I'm gone
 In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
 keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on
 They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
 down with a tango on my razor fade
 Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
 of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
 Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
 these days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
 Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
 throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
 Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die
 you and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of
 The style of flow is a vocal calico
 to show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and
 numb
 Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
 try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
 sippin After Shock
 I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
 let's get parley and then crack the spot
 Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot
 Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
 and you can play with me to keep the passion hot
 Don't you know how the money flow
 Chorus:
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Verse Two: Belo
 Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
 Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
 Money clean like Windex
 givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
 Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
 So I see if I can have a fruit
 a peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
 She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
 Smokin trees till the leaves come down
 She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper
 that be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
 But money maker want a triple take
 Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
 See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C
 always checkin paper in tall ways
 Pull em off the sprawlways
 Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day
 Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow
 Chorus:
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
 Don't you know
 Verse Three: AK-47
 Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
 Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow
 Gettin paid as the night go
 I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
 Where's the place that you live at?
 Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
 so we can get it on baby just kick back
 Swiggin brews and Perrier
 Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
 AK (to where) to the pen
 And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
 They ain't got long (to what) to see
 where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
 Go where I go Cadillac to the show
 Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked
 Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
 Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
 I'ma pull my surprise out
 Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
 Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
 Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
 Let the money flow
 Chorus:
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
 Verse Four: Nard
 Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe
 and I'm pattin my back seat
 I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
 never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit
 Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus
 Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
 Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker
 makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
 Get my girl in bed
 Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers
 that's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start
 to stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends
 Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
 Till money flow like a dreamland
 But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?
 Chorus:
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
 Don't you know, how the money flow
 Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
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Copyrights:

Author: Simon Cullins, Carl Mitchell

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot, Noo Trybe Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Picture This (1996) , Greatest Hits (2003)

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