Do or Die - Po Pimp (Instrumental)

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    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you want to 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 be
    Sipping Seagram, chewing on a wheat stem
    Touching on my four fin
    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 three, one, two, seven, six, two, ten
    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 want to snap
    I straight up check the hoe, really doe, to the crib
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Seven deuce five, the 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 finna recognize
    Then I loose myself juice myself
    As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and 'em
    Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls
    'Cause they thinking about sampling 'em
    P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
    We're learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well
    Mm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the see-A
    D-I, Double-L, with ah A-see, 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 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 fucking with a pimp doe
    Get involved in the backseat
    Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
    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
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    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 Oprah 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 when out of me gotta be
    Right, that'd be the flatter me right
    But if the head the bonk come on suck a nigga dick
    Members of my click, want to see what that'd be like
    I know you want to try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
    Don't be bogus and deny that
    I done got a hold of them my fellas on the train
    While she lie back, now motherfucker can you bow down?
    Where your ride at? On the passenger side of your hoes
    Trying to come up on another G
    The broad all up under me trying to smother me
    Looking lovely while I roll another bead, suddenly
    She learned that I don't deal with emotions
    But when we in the room she rubbing me with lotion
    She cumming like an ocean coasting have a cigarette thinking
    Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
    The word that 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 player do
    Then be little in a day or two
    After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
    That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
    If a hoe want to holler then you a player if you hit them ends
    And get the dividends but you a pimp if you can get
    The same hoe to want to freak your friends
    'Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
    Be learning these hoes biology, obviously, well
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you want to ride?
    In the backseat, of a Caddy
    Chop it up, with Do or Die
    Do you want to ride with me
    Come and ride with me
    Baby come and ride with me
    Baby come and ride with me, Do or Die

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