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lirik lagu do or die - po pimp (screwed)

[chorus: johnny p]
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

[verse 1: ak~47]
it was seven double~oh p.m.
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 sh~tted 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 whеre i met the ho
and thе feeling i’ve forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
i straight up check the ho, really doe
to the crib (p~o p~i~m~p)
[chorus: johnny p, belo]
do you wanna ride
in the backseat of a caddy? (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
chop it up with do or die (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
do you wanna ride (p~o p~i~m~p)
in the backseat of a caddy? (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
chop it up with do or die (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)

[verse 2: ak~47, belo]
seven deuce five, i ride the point to spot the live hoes
three miles per hour
like we running up on some rivals
never to deny though, these b~tches look fly, ‘lo
introduce myself
a~to~the~motherf~cking~k, better recognize
then i loose myself, juice myself
as you take one pull, uh, pass it to the left and um
self~centered n~ggas’ll take two pulls cause they thinking about self and um
p~i~m~p, ~ology, but logically
we learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well
mmm, ain’t this some sh~t, pull up in the c~a
d~i, double~l, pumping a~c, 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 n~gga be sporting nice cars and fancy clothes
fresh jewels, girbaud, flexing one five oh
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 f~cking with a pimp, doe
get involved in the backseat
that’s how it be in the cad when you 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 learning these hoes biology, and obviously, well (p~o p~i~m~p)
[chorus: johnny p, belo]
do you wanna ride
in the back seat of a caddy? (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
chop it up with do or die (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
do you wanna ride (p~o p~i~m~p)
in the back seat of a caddy? (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
chop it up with do or die (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)

[verse 3: twista]
well, a motherf~cker might be broke and sh~t
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 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 s~x
peanut b~tter complexion, some pretty eyes
pity cries on my strategy side, yo anatomy gotta be right
that’d be to flatter me, right
but if the head the bomb, c’mon, suck a n~gga d~ck
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 lie back, now motherf~cker 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 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 d~ck 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 sh~t 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)
[chorus: johnny p]
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? (po’ pimp, po’ pimp)
chop it up with do or die

[outro: johnny p]
whoa, 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 (po pimp)

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