paroles de chanson Po Pimp - Do or Die
Do
you
wanna
ride
In
the
backseat
of
a
Caddy?
Chop
it
up
with
Do
or
Die
It
was
seven
double-oh
P.M
Fly
low
to
them
hoes
in
the
B-M
Sipping
Seagram,
chewing
on
a
weed
stem
Touching
on
my
fo'
fif
Move
it
to
the
back
so
I
can
see
who
beeping
this
Po
Pimp
Spring
to
the
phone
with
a
slow
limp
In
a
trip
that
shitted
with
3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three-line
connection
As
the
rest
of
them
wanted
affection
Just
bring
the
weed,
we
got
the
drinks
you
need
And,
plus,
we
strapped
with
two
protections
I
put
the
phone
in
the
hook,
then
I
pause
for
a
minute
Cause
I
forgot
where
I
met
the
ho
And
the
feeling
I've
forgotten
if
the
hoes
wanna
snap
I
straight
up
check
the
ho,
really
doe
To
the
crib
Seven
deuce
five,
I
ride
the
point
to
spot
the
live
hoes
Three
miles
per
hour
Like
we
running
up
on
some
rivals
Never
to
deny
though,
these
bitches
look
fly,
'Lo
Introduce
myself
A-to-the-motherfucking-K,
better
recognize
Then
I
loose
myself,
juice
myself
As
you
take
one
pull,
uh,
pass
it
to
the
left
and
um
Self-centered
niggas'll
take
two
pulls
cause
they
thinking
about
self
and
um
P-I,
M-P,
-ology,
but
logically
We
learning
these
hoes
biology,
and
obviously,
well
Mmm,
ain't
this
some
shit,
pull
up
in
the
C-A
D-I,
double-L,
pumping
A-C,
A
see
hoes
They
peep
those,
P-I,
M-P,
and
they
think
that
automatically
Cause
he's
a
pimp,
he
gotta
be
full
of
that
M-O,
N-E,
but
why?
Cause
nigga
be
sporting
nice
cars
and
fancy
clothes
Fresh
jewels,
Girbaud,
flexing
one
five
oh
Chop
up
that
paper,
ho,
chop
up
that
paper,
ho
Watch
where
your
lips
go,
caress
my
tip
slow
To
the
tempo,
instrumental
Real
simple
when
you
fucking
with
a
pimp,
doe
Get
involved
in
the
backseat
That's
how
it
be
in
the
Cad
when
you
messing
with
them
young
lads
Smoking
on
that
finest
grass
Never
miss
what
you
never
had,
at
last
P-I,
M-P,
-ology,
but
logically
We
learning
these
hoes
biology,
and
obviously,
well
Well,
a
motherfucker
might
be
broke
and
shit
And
then
collecting
no
dough
from
tips
But
I
be
spitting
mo'
game
than
a
mouthful
of
poker
chips
To
get
them
hoes
with
the
open
lips
and
the
provoking
hips
And
never
gotta
tell
her
many
lies
I
been
looking
in
the
city
skies,
get
up
in
the
kitty's
thighs
Cause
I'm
blessed
with
a
look
of
innocence,
good
sex
Peanut
butter
complex
and
some
pretty
eyes
Pity
cries
on
my
strategy
side,
yo
anatomy
gotta
be
right
That'd
be
to
flatter
me,
right
But
if
the
head
the
bomb,
c'mon,
suck
a
nigga
dick
Members
of
my
clique
wanna
see
what
that'd
be
like
I
know
you
wanna
try
that,
to
the
rhythm
of
a
hi-hat
Don't
be
bogus
and
deny
that
I
done
got
a
ho
to
let
my
fellas
run
a
train
While
she
lie
back,
now
motherfucker
can
you
buy
that?
Where
your
ride
at?
On
the
passenger
side
of
your
ho
Trying
to
come
up
on
another
G
The
broad
all
up
under
me,
trying
to
smother
me
Looking
lovely
while
I
roll
another
B,
suddenly
She
learned
that
I
don't
deal
with
emotions
But
when
we
in
the
room,
she
rubbing
me
with
lotion
Coming
like
an
ocean,
coasting,
have
her
sick
Thinking
me
and
Do
or
Die
dig
drinking
love
potion
The
word
no
was
never
said
Twista
be
giving
women
dick
in
the
bed,
until
they
sick
in
the
head
And
if
I
ever
leave
whoever
dead
They
ain't
tricking
the
feds
or
spitting
game,
but
it's
chicken
and
bread
Kicking
them
legs
in
the
air
like
a
playa
do
Then
belittle
in
a
day
or
two
After
words
I'mma
slay
a
crew
Now
that's
some
pimp-type
shit
that
Belo
and
AK'll
do
Wearing
gray
and
blue
If
a
ho
wanna
holler,
then
you
a
playa
if
you
hit
them
ends
And
get
the
dividends
But
you
a
pimp
if
you
can
get
the
same
ho
to
wanna
freak
your
friends
Cause
I
studied
P-I,
M-P,
-ology,
but
logically
Be
learning
these
hoes
biology,
obviously,
well
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