Testo Po Pimp - Do or Die
Testo della canzone Po Pimp (Do or Die), tratta dall'album Greatest Hits
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die
It was seven double-oh p.m., and I fly low to them hoes in the B-M
Sipping Seagram, chewing on a weed stem, touching on my fo' fif'
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, will win
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 ho
And the feeling I've forgotten if the hos wanna snap
I straight up check the ho, really doe to the crib (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die
Seven deuce five, I ride the point to spot the live hos
Three miles per hour like we're running up on some rivals
Never to deny, though, these bitches look fly, 'Lo
Introduce myself
A-to-the-motherfucking-K, better recognize, then I lose myself
Juice myself
As you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and um
Self-centered niggas'll take two pulls 'cause they thinking about self and um
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 C-A, D-I, double-L, pumping A-C, A see hos
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 up) chop up that paper, ho, chop up that paper, ho
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo, instrumental
Real simple when you're fucking with a pimp, doe
Get involved in the backseat
That's how it be in the Cad when you're messing with them young lads
Smoking on that finest grass, never miss what you never had, at last
P-I-M-P, -ology, but logically
We're learning these hoes' biology, and obviously, well (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat 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 hos with the open lips and the provoking hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
Have them 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 complexion, some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, your anatomy gotta be right
That'd be to flatter me, right
But if the head the bomb, c'mon, suck a nigga dick
Members of my clique wanna see what that'd be like
I know you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a hi-hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a ho to let my fellas run a train
While she lies back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your ride at?
On the passenger side of your ho, trying to come up on another G
The broad all up under me, trying to smother me
Looking lovely while I roll another B, suddenly
She learned that I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room, she's rubbing me with lotion
Coming like an ocean, coasting, have her sick
Thinking me and do-or-die dig drinking love potion
The word no 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 playa do
Then belittle in a day or two, after words I'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp-type shit that Belo and AK'll do
Wearing gray and blue
If a ho 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 ho to wanna freak your friends
'Cause I studied P-I-M-P, -ology, but logically
Be learning these hoes' biology, obviously, well (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die (P-O P-I-M-P)
Do you wanna ride in the back seat of a Caddy?
Chop it up with do or die (P-O P-I-M-P)
Whoa-oh, ride
Do you wanna ride with me? (Can you come and ride with me?)
Baby, come and ride with me (won't you come and ride with me?)
'Fore I die
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Lindley, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round
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