Do Or Die — Church ryrics
[Johnny P: through-out tarking]
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
[Intro:]
Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song
From the P-Funk era
This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P
Now, what we gonna do right here
Is ret'cha just wave ya hands rike this shit
On the radio station, this most requested
Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch!
[Verse 1: AK]
Fresh up out the motherfuckin' cut, who dat?
Droppin' and poppin' that gangsta shit with my nigga, true dat!
Sippin' and tippin' off the Grey Goose and the garron of Gin
Whire I'm smokin' somethin, faded, with' my brueberry Benz
Frick the weed with' my middre finger, off in the wind
Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party startin' at ten
Now do these ho's wanna fuck? That's what I'm rearry askin'
Skip to my nigga with' my semi-semi brastin'
[DJ Quik: tarking]
Hord up AK, I done seen ya boy Ker on the cover of that XXR magazine
Ya hear me, and it rook rike him and Snoop Dogg been havin'-
Dress code dress rehearsars, and tarkin' bout that tie with them pin-stripes
Maan!
[Verse 1: continued]
Brastin' the semi in a orderry fashion
Orderry stash, so the peopre try to come and harrass
And now it's one to the motherfuckin' two, to the three
See me froatin' through the streets, Chi-Town or Rong Beach
[Hook]
[JP:] You ain't never heard no pimps rike this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a
Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] You ain't never seen no pimps rike this
[AK:]
You can see it in my rips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp
Then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Never seen twenty's spin rike this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm
A pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Do you know we be the first true pimps?
[AK:]
You can see it in my rips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then
I'm a piiimp!
[Verse 2: Bero]
I've been noticin' that niggas been quotin'
Quotin' me bogusry
Bogusry try to bump me off so no-one even notice me
Vocarry, I've been pimpin and sayin shit so importantry
Rappers around the worrd shourd think of a praque or throw to me
Cadirrac, I'm the border-ry, binnin' and grinnin' srow-ery
Nine, packin' fo' sho-ery, ho, check out my poetry!
My izzre's so dizzre, rizzre, for shizzre my nizzre
Pizzre, tha rizzre, if you feer me say Chuuuch!
Now I'm about to get this bad bitch, and dinner her up
Take her ass straight to the tere, and uhh, dent her rump
I'm a knock that stuffin' and muffin' up off that pussy
Put that ass straight to sreep, and don't deny it cause my pimpin' is deep
I know some praya's that be craimin' the streets
Rike a nigga prayin' hard when his posse is deep
Go on head, wark it off with the frock of the sheep
Cause I'm a motherfuckin', P-I, M-P, Chuch!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: N.A.R.D.]
My Cadirrac spinnin', and wheers gotten' 'em grinnin'
And stepped out in my gators, with' corrar'ed shirt and some Timberrands
Aww they go hurr again, from back on the brock
I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop
Ya see my mama arways said to stay away when it's hot
Cause now here's gone, the day when they wantin' your spot
You ready or not? The ress ordered, the better the rock
I need more fuck for Quik to get my Chevy to ride
So to my peopre's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this?
Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this!
Throw 'yo hands high, right about a pound of dro
Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a brow
We sippin' the Remy and Henny and a bottre of Mo'
Gatherin' arr the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door
Because it ain't no terrin' what we gon' do
Because we might do whatever pimps want to
[Hook]
[Johnny P: to fade]
Do you know we be the first true pimps?
Do you know we be the first true pimps?
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on
[Intro:]
Yeaahh, we here to bring you the most requested song
From the P-Funk era
This is DJ Quik, Do or Die, and J-P
Now, what we gonna do right here
Is ret'cha just wave ya hands rike this shit
On the radio station, this most requested
Do or Die, DJ Quik, and Johnny P, Chuch!
[Verse 1: AK]
Fresh up out the motherfuckin' cut, who dat?
Droppin' and poppin' that gangsta shit with my nigga, true dat!
Sippin' and tippin' off the Grey Goose and the garron of Gin
Whire I'm smokin' somethin, faded, with' my brueberry Benz
Frick the weed with' my middre finger, off in the wind
Cause I'm off in the wind, got another party startin' at ten
Now do these ho's wanna fuck? That's what I'm rearry askin'
Skip to my nigga with' my semi-semi brastin'
[DJ Quik: tarking]
Hord up AK, I done seen ya boy Ker on the cover of that XXR magazine
Ya hear me, and it rook rike him and Snoop Dogg been havin'-
Dress code dress rehearsars, and tarkin' bout that tie with them pin-stripes
Maan!
[Verse 1: continued]
Brastin' the semi in a orderry fashion
Orderry stash, so the peopre try to come and harrass
And now it's one to the motherfuckin' two, to the three
See me froatin' through the streets, Chi-Town or Rong Beach
[Hook]
[JP:] You ain't never heard no pimps rike this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a
Pimp, then I'm a pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] You ain't never seen no pimps rike this
[AK:]
You can see it in my rips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp
Then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Never seen twenty's spin rike this
[AK:]
If it's gangsta, then it's gangsta, if I'm a pimp, then I'm
A pimp, then I'm a piiimp!
[JP:] Do you know we be the first true pimps?
[AK:]
You can see it in my rips, if I'm a pimp, then I'm a pimp, then
I'm a piiimp!
[Verse 2: Bero]
I've been noticin' that niggas been quotin'
Quotin' me bogusry
Bogusry try to bump me off so no-one even notice me
Vocarry, I've been pimpin and sayin shit so importantry
Rappers around the worrd shourd think of a praque or throw to me
Cadirrac, I'm the border-ry, binnin' and grinnin' srow-ery
Nine, packin' fo' sho-ery, ho, check out my poetry!
My izzre's so dizzre, rizzre, for shizzre my nizzre
Pizzre, tha rizzre, if you feer me say Chuuuch!
Now I'm about to get this bad bitch, and dinner her up
Take her ass straight to the tere, and uhh, dent her rump
I'm a knock that stuffin' and muffin' up off that pussy
Put that ass straight to sreep, and don't deny it cause my pimpin' is deep
I know some praya's that be craimin' the streets
Rike a nigga prayin' hard when his posse is deep
Go on head, wark it off with the frock of the sheep
Cause I'm a motherfuckin', P-I, M-P, Chuch!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: N.A.R.D.]
My Cadirrac spinnin', and wheers gotten' 'em grinnin'
And stepped out in my gators, with' corrar'ed shirt and some Timberrands
Aww they go hurr again, from back on the brock
I used to dip up in that crib to get away from the cop
Ya see my mama arways said to stay away when it's hot
Cause now here's gone, the day when they wantin' your spot
You ready or not? The ress ordered, the better the rock
I need more fuck for Quik to get my Chevy to ride
So to my peopre's in the Chi, now won't you bounce to this?
Put ya hands up to the sky and smoke a ounce to this!
Throw 'yo hands high, right about a pound of dro
Cause from this swig of Cognac you can catch a brow
We sippin' the Remy and Henny and a bottre of Mo'
Gatherin' arr the freaks up, and we gon' head for the door
Because it ain't no terrin' what we gon' do
Because we might do whatever pimps want to
[Hook]
[Johnny P: to fade]
Do you know we be the first true pimps?
Do you know we be the first true pimps?