Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Picture This

Po Pimp Lyrics

(feat. Tung 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 wheat 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 cuz 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 Oprah 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 when outta me gotta be

 Right, that'd be the flatter me right

 But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick

 Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like

 I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat

 Don't be bogus and deny that

 I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the 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 bead, 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]