Текст песни Po Pimp - Do or Die , Twista , Johnny P
Chorus:
johnny
p
Do
you
wanna
riiide?
In
the
backseat,
of
a
caddy
Chop
it
up,
with
do
or
die
Do
you
wanna
riiide?
In
the
backseat,
of
a
caddy
Chop
it
up,
with
do
or
die
Verse
one:
belo
Seven
double
oh
p.m.
Fly
low
to
them
hoes
in
the
b-m
Sippin
seagram,
chewin
on
a
weed
stem
Touchin
on
my
fo'
fin
Move
it
to
the
back
so
I
can
see
who
beepin
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
hoe
And
the
feeling
I've
forgotten
if
the
hoes
wanna
snap
I
straight
up
check
the
hoe,
really
doe
To
the
crib
Chorus
Verse
two:
ak-47,
belo
Seven
deuce
five,
the
ride
the
point
to
spot
the
live
hoes
Three
miles
per
hour
Like
we
runnin
up
on
some
ri-vals
Never
to
deny
though,
these
bitches
look
fly
'lo
Introduce
myself
A
to
the
motherfuckin
k
finna
recognize
Then
I
loose
myself
juice
myself
As
you
take
one
pull,
uhh,
pass
it
to
the
left
and
umm
Self-centered
niggaz'll
take
two
pulls
'cause
they
thinkin
about
samplin
umm
P-i,
m-p,
ology,
but
logically
We
learnin
these
hoes
biology,
and
obviously,
well...
Mmm,
ain't
this
some
shit,
pull
up
in
the
c-a
D-i,
double-l,
with
ah
a-c,
a-c
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
sportin
nice
cars
and
fancy
clothes
Fresh
jewels
girbaud
flexin
one
five
oh
(chop
chop)
Chop
up
that
paper
hoe,
chop
up
that
paper
hoe
Watch
where
your
lips
go,
caress
my
tip
slow
To
the
tempo,
instrumental
Real
simple
when
you
fuckin
with
a
pimp
doe
Get
involved
in
the
backseat
Let's
have
me
in
the
cab
betcha
mess
with
ya
young
ass
Smokin
on
that
finest
grass
Never
miss
what
you
never
had,
at
last
P-i,
m-p,
ology,
but
logically
We
learnin
these
hoes
biology,
and
obviously,
well...
Chorus
Verse
three:
tung
twista
Well
a
motherfucker
might
be
broke
and
shit
And
then
collecting
no
dough
from
tips
But
I
be
spittin
mo'
game
than
a
mouthful
of
poker
chips
To
get
them
hoes
with
the
open
lips
and
the
provokin
hips
And
never
gotta
tell
her
many
lies
I
been
lookin
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,
gotta
be
to
flatter
me
right?
But
if
the
head
the
bomb
c'mon
suck
a
nigga
dick
Members
of
my
click,
wanna
see
what
that'd
be
like
I
know
you
wanna
try
that,
to
the
rhythm
of
a
high
hat
Don't
be
bogus
and
deny
that
I
done
got
a
hoe
and
all
my
fellas
on
a
train
While
she
lie
back,
now
motherfucker
can
you
buy
that?
Where
your
ride
at?
On
the
passenger
side
of
your
hoe
Tryin
ta
come
up
on
another
g
The
broad
all
up
under
me
tryin
ta
smother
me
Lookin
love-ly
while
I
roll
another
'B'
suddenly
She
learned
that
I
don't
deal
with
emotions
But
when
we
in
the
room
she
rubbin
me
with
lotion
Comin
like
an
ocean
coastin
have
a
cig
thinking
Me
and
do
or
die
dig
drinkin
love
potion
The
word
that
was
never
said
Twisted
be
givin
women
dick
in
the
bed,
until
they
sick
in
the
head
And
if
I
ever
leave
whoever
dead
They
ain't
trickin
the
feds
or
spittin
game
but
it's
chicken
and
bread
Kickin
them
legs
in
the
air
like
a
playa
do
Then
belittle
in
a
day
or
two
After
words
i'ma
slay
a
crew
Now
that's
some
pimp
type
shit
that
b-low
and
ak'll
do
Wearing
gray
and
blue
If
a
hoe
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
hoe
to
wanna
freak
your
friends
Cause
I
studied
p-i,
m-p,
ology,
but
logically
Be
learnin
these
hoes
biology,
obviously,
well...
Chorus
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