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do or die - po pimp (screwed) كلمات الأغنية

[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)

- do or die

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