Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Picture This

Playa Like Me And You Lyrics

(feat. Johnny P)

 [Verse One: Belo]

 

 Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this

 If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this

 Song smooth not reckless

 Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas

 Give the game up since I came up

 Blew my name up, check out the rhythm

 Make them all wanna flame up

 Strike a match to a lighter

 A message to a young ridah, on the sight of

 Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat

 Bitchin to skins, saw that

 I can tell you where the mob at

 At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at

 Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back

 Shootin back for the small scratch

 Trey-Fo' what you call that?

 Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called

 By the po-po, save it for the phone doe

 Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal

 Took a chill, but I still had to pose

 And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone

 

 [Chorus: Johnny P]

 

 Can you smoke and ride

 With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe

 Can you smoke and ride

 With a playa, like me, and you

 

 [Verse Two: AK-47]

 

 See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats

 In the roll like two sacks

 Dub essential when my homey came up

 On the same drug for layin up they holla who that

 Double check, just a couple hoes

 Tryin to see where my head was at

 On some problem shit

 Wish to be up within the party shit

 With the blunts and Bacardi shit

 With the way she was dressed she might as well

 Had nuttin on your body bitch

 Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get

 Nuttin but the proper cheese

 To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick

 But really doe, once a man advance

 And bend blocks smoke the last of these

 Pimp cats done CC's

 Heavy G's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally

 Bags seized through Darnell

 Heavy sacks and drop-tops

 Now look on your map and spot

 Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three: Belo]

 

 I, made my money on the DL

 Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail

 To the mall to ball we're all pall

 Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females

 To the retail

 Five double oh period double oh these suits

 The Girbaud with the boots

 Then I scoop, up the loot

 Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of

 Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear

 Spring game in her ear

 Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear

 Get her dizzy off the Stanberg

 Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handle her

 Like a man, I'ma stand if I fall

 And when I fall, then the city better make the call

 Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes

 I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes

 Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe

 Only wearin in the do' what the playas know

 Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me

 Never will they pimp free, pimp costs

 And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Johnny P]

 Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'

 Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die

 Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah

 Can I say it one more time

 Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'

 Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die

 Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride

 With me baby, check it out...

 Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride

 C'mon girl ride ride ride ride

 Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride

 C'mon girl ride ride ride ride

 Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)

 Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)

 With my homey Belo

 My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby

 Check it out

 C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby

 Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl

 Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go

 Do you wanna go, yeahhh