Still Po Pimp

It's goin' down
It's ya boy, DJ D
Back in here with that Rap-A-Lot, I'm sayin'
Do or die, knahmtalkin'bout?
Gotta feel this

I ain't, I ain't trippin off, I'm trippin off the front

Approachin' with a limp while I hit on the blunt
You picture goin' all out, that ain't nothin'
Meet me at the crib 'bout 2, stop frontin'
Blowin' in the mix on a stick or somethin'
Tryin' to catch me up, yeah the tricks on somethin'

In the corner of the party where the niggas play bumpin'
Gleamin' from the gin and the Hen'
I'm smokin' and the, smokin' and the
Rap's still, rap's still comin', niggas
To my left and the beat's still comin'
Niggas to my right and the tricks still comin'
Tryin' to shake the dice but the girl's lookin' twice, lookin' twice
Then I really start, really start runnin' just to pause, hey y'all
What's up head hunters with a double R in tinted double car
Pullin' over by the car, so I ask, precise the, precise the

Do you wanna, do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna, do you wanna ride with me?

Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G

I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna ride with me?

Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G

I'm a pro P-I-M-P

Well it be like P-I-M-P, hoes, plenty
Comin' straight from the windy
Top it off tinted, some 20's, uhh
Lean back in the corner with the don hat
Nominate just to ball like a Democrat
In the cut with the hoes, or outside

Never been chose, to mingle with the hoodrats
Mm-mm-mm-mm, got it down pat
You can call it what you want, or even all that
I've been taught by the vets, so put it to rest
And I confess, my lyric's just a ball plat

Mm-mm-mm-mm, got it down pat

You can call it what you want, or even all that
I've been taught by the vets, so put it to rest
And I confess, my lyric's just a ball plat
Mm-mm-mm-mm, got it down pat
You can call it what you want, or even all that
I've been taught by the vets, so put it to rest
And I confess, my lyric's just a ball plat
Gettin' paid in the game and it roll free
Flip a penny to a dollar like an OG

Go to the mall, with all of y'all, show you some cash

Now, tell me what you want B?
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac

A/C, windows down with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex', then Rolex
I'ma put it in the Rolls, tell me could you top that?
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac
A/C, windows down with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex', then Rolex
I'ma put it in the Rolls, tell me could you top that?
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac

A/C, windows down with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex', then Rolex
I'ma put it in the Rolls, tell me could you top that?
Even though I'm makin' money and I roll free
Nigga die, motherfucker don't approach me
If you do, we can have sex, in the Caddy or Lex'

But keep it on the low key

Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P

Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P

Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P

For the, for the ones that say I'm, ones that say I'm low, low
But now I stack my C-notes, still dope, different strokes, same folks

Hangin' from a rope, me and do or die just try to cope
Sit back, I'm like a pitcher take a toke, take a spliff
It's all good, it's all haters but it's still all good

Roll up another backwood, playin' pimpin' to the groove
In the place to be to see who I can choose
Now it's time for little shorty, little shorty to choose
I done, I done seen your sexy walk from the far side
So don't be passin' me by, I'm a nigga with Ps
And I ain't stingy with the trees
We can be some freaks and multiply, I, I

Glad it's full of, glad it's full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name
We don't gotta pop thangs

No more servin' the rock cane, the knot came
Pimpin' flows like whole lock game, lock game

Aww, sick it, sick it now, look it here
Sing a phrase while I trace on my hog roll
Divine words from the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I'm walkin' and she peepin' that my limp's cold
See a playa po' tippin', deep as the Mediterranean
Try to play me it's low vision, picture how I'm actin' cold winded
Grinnin' and grinnin', my head's spinnin'
While we smokin' on Hen', still po' pimpin'

Do you wanna ride, slip slide in your thighs?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Do you wanna ride, slip slide in your thighs?
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P

Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna smoke my weed?
Never could you take my G
I'm a pro P-I-M-P

Do you wanna ride?
P-I-M-P
Do or die
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh