Still Po Pimpin` — текст песни (Do or Die)


[Featuring Johnny P]
(Johnny P)
yeah do you wanna ride with me
Ooh ooh
Never can`t you take my deal ooh...
I bet you would have lit while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin` off (oh that ain`t nuttin`)
Meet me at the crib bout` 2 stop frontin`
Blow to the bone and the click`em some
Caddy gotta be out there tricks on somethin`
The corner of the party where the niggas straight bumpin`
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I`m lookin` at the dope females still comin`
Lookin` to my left and the beats still comin`
Lookin` to my right and the drinks still comin`
Tryin` to shake the dice but the girl lookin` cunnin`
Shot for the door
Where the money start runnin`
To a pause, he ya`ll wassup a hey hummin` to the double I proceed to
As I proceeded to the car pulled over to the car
So I asked to proceeds to pass the pees
low cash.
Chorus (Johnny P) x4
Do you wanna ride with me
Do you wanna smoke my weed
never used to take my G
I`m a Po P-I-M-P
Wanna be like P-I-M-P hoes plenty
Comin` straight from the windy
Choppin` up tens and twenty`s huh
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my religion is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes (??) the nigga with a hood rat
Mmm,mmm,mmm,mm
Gotta dump hat
You call her what you want even all that
I been taught by the best
So put it to rest
And I confess
I may be just a ball black
Gettin` paid in the game and you won`t friend
Flippin` pennies to a thug
I`m like an O-G
Go to the mall
With all of ya`ll
Show you some cash, now
Tell me what you wanna be
Get around in the smoke in a cadillac
AC, windows down will you top that
From a Caddy to Lex the Rolex
I`m a put in a roll
Tell me could you top that
Ever though I`m makin` money and a wring friend
Nigga die morphine on the pro-scene
If you do, we could have sex
In the Caddy or Lex
But keep on the low, key
Chorus x4
Will a motherfucker just say I might be broke
But now I`m stackin` C-note, steal dope
Different strokes, same folks
Hangin` from a rope
Me and Do or Die
Just try to cope
Sit back I`m a take a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
Some hatas but it`s still all good
Roll up another bad boy
Playa pimpin` to the groove
And the pistol be the single rockin` shoes
Now it`s time for me to make a move
Shotry what`s the lead
(Twista)
I`d a seen a sexy walk on the far side
So don`t be passin` me by
I`m a nigga with peas
And I an`t stingy with trees
We could be some freeks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, sell us with the octane
With pimp status as a hot name
We don`t gotta pop thangs
No more servin` the white cane
Cause I came pimpin flow like hoes which is a glock game
It`s like, aww sicky sickyny
Looky here sicky phrase while I trace on my old road
To find words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I`m walkin` and she peepin` that my lips cold
See a playa go trippin`
People (??) try to play because slow vision
Picture how I`m mackin` cold women
View the grin my hair spinnin`
While we smokin` on henness
Still Po Pimpin`
Chorus #2 x2
Doo you wanna ride
slip slide in your thighs
Oh, oh, oh-o
Chorus #1 x2
Wooooh
Do you wanna ride with JP
Do or Die
Woooh...-until fade



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